Serial_seresposa

"It was wild to think that maybe I could be normal, wild to think that maybe I had left this dangerous lifestyle," I murmured, taking a shot as I turned around only to find the gun pointed to my head.

"You should know by now, love. No one ever escapes..." he said. I once believed that I was his and he was mine but now look at him, a fool with no conscience. 

Or maybe I had lost mine...

"You better aim right and not miss because if you don't... I will kill you myself." I whispered, taking a seat and watching him with a teasing smile.

I knew for a fact that I would never miss.

A young woman on the rise, living a life that most can only dream of. Having no one but her colleagues from childhood. Dreams can only fathom reality until a taste of desire and love changes the rise. 

Having been betrayed, broken, rejected, and lost. Unico finds her purity stained with blood but no regret. In cuffs but no denial. Being sentenced, to tell the truth, therapy may be the only redemption. 

Unico Thora hopes to find a balance between the past and the present as she figures out the lead to her downfall.

Her Minds Instinct

The gates automatically opened as I approached the house,  having taken a car from Devano place, I had made it to the airport to find my private jet still waiting and now I had finally gotten home. I had sent for one of the men to pick me up so I could avoid the questions as I hadn't changed my clothes, hadn't allowed myself to wash off the stench and the blood. The smell of alcohol was like a stubborn stain on a white shirt and for once I didn't want to pretend that it bothered me.

"Gracias hombre." I thanked as the door was opened for me, slipping out, I felt the stares from the staff and the guards. For once I did mind that… as I continued to the stairs I decided to descend underground so that I could apologize to Veno so that I could see if she had made it.

Chapter Fifty-Five: Past: Unseen: Death knocks