FALLING IN LOVE WITH EVIL
The black hair, that smile, those eyes and his face.
He did remind me of Timothy but I didn’t think they were related to each other.
“Your brother? How?” I ask as I run my hands through my hair.
“He is my younger brother. He is a year younger than me. He is Julia's perfect son.” He says and my heart just beats faster. What on Earth is this? I'll never understand Tim's life.
“Perfect son? I still don’t get this. I thought you were the only child and all. The inheritance? Where was all these years then?” I ask as I sit on the chair cross Tim and watch him as pain engulfs him. His eyes are glossy and his hands are actually trembling.