She is living in two distinct worlds. The one who is the definition of grace, serenity, and love. And the one who is on the other side of the coin.
Ballistic, killer, and wicked. There is no sign of calmness & forgiveness. Just blood and her sadisti...
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I woke up at 5 am it was still pretty dark, outside. Stretching my limbs I made my way towards the bathroom and started brushing my teeth, standing in front of half of my body size mirror.
I saw myself nicely, for once, let's just have a look at myself. Hmm...
Dark brown, straight shiny hair ending at my middle back, not that long. Side-swept bangs complimenting my oval face shape. Dark brown eyes, meh...nothing interesting in my eyes. Naturally arched eyebrows, long lashes, 5.7 height, long legs, olive skin tone, pink-plump lips, perfect with my skin tone.
Meh...I wasted my time, I already know that I look naturally b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l.
After showering with my vanilla scented body wash, and spraying some Dior, I got ready wearing normal casual clothes, because anyway I have to change into scrubs anyway.
Clipping my hair back, with a claw clip, I am standing in from of my full body size mirror in my room.
It's already 8 am I should get going to the hospital, I have some important cases today and that one patient, I have to take care of him too and then umm...Ms. Lindsy, she came yesterday, yeah, her appointment is for today as well then we have...
BANG.
I was busy thinking about my schedule and I hear, a gunshot, I shook my head shooting up my eyebrows. I hate this I have to check again.
I opened the dark gray door of my room and then started going downstairs, the cold marble stairs, giving tingling sensations for some time. My grandma doesn't let anyone wear shoes inside the mansion. But now she is making a mess herself.
I got to the kitchen folded my arms around my chest and leaned towards the entrance wall of my kitchen and briefly look around my surroundings.
Not again. Now, this is a daily business.
5 chefs standing around the kitchen looking at the floor, shivering from fear. Maids were gulping the lump of their throats and their breath is coming harshly. Yeah, I can listen and sense every expression and can read a person like books, How you ask? I have an IQ of 221, and I finished my studies way before anyone else. But it doesn't matter, the work I do is not what I deserve I guess.
But I am way more than happy being a surgeon.
I finally looked at the middle of the whitewashed marble-floored kitchen, only to see the dead body of one of the new chef I hired a week ago. Again.
I shook my head and sighed out of exhaustion, I looked at the person towering the dead body. My grandma, with a gun in her hands, with narrowed eyes.
I sighed again and then said to my grandma, "Why Gabriella, why you've to do this, you know finding chefs these days is not easy, and you're killing them like they're some kind of insects. You know we could've donated his blood, rather than wasting it, now the more difficult part is to clean this mess. You're ruining the immaculate floor."
