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

That was the only sound in the room, the only sound that made its grand entrance in the room, and how powerful it was that it made you pay attention to it. it made you aware that everything had a timer. Everything, every moment, every opportunity every decision was timed.

At this moment I felt like I was unsure of everything as I stared at the cars leaving the compound from the balcony. One by one they carried their distraction away, leaving the gloomy weather to match the gloomy atmosphere with us to cut, share, and dine.

Days had turned into weeks and today was his funeral. Lora had done an amazing job at organizing the funeral with Veronica and I had found no pressure in paying for everything whilst giving Veno a well-respected send-off.

Look after us in the mafia heaven Jevanio and I will do my part here

Chapter Fifty-Seven: Past: Unseen: Heir