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

"Lorayle, long time," I said with a bright smile as I opened my arms for her.

"Anthony." She whispered as she hugged me back strongly, I took in her scent and she smelled like Veno. Exactly like him but with a touch of her scent.

"Yes the widow of Javenvio Rodriguez, cousin to Anthony Rodriguez, who was killed by Devanio Manchez."

"My condolences, I heard that he was a great man," Michael said concern lacing his voice and expression.

Lora snorted as she looked at him from head to toe. "Don't give me that bullshit, my husband would've snapped your neck in two because of what you've committed."

"I have done no wrong!" he snapped at her, big mistake.

"Don't snap at me young blood! I will blow your head in two or better yet make sure to kill you with my bare hands without damaging my nails."

Chapter Sixty-Four: Past: Unseen: Unburied ghosts