13 years ago
"Mierda, this is not worth crying over."
Father says in a annoyed tone. Clearly done with her weeping yet the tears won't stop. She looks at the lifeless body of her abuelo and her heart shatters into pieces. Blinking several times, maybe the bloody body will disappear and her father will tell her that he's somewhere in the world travelling.
"Who did this, father?" She was never this confident when talking with her father. Oh, she would shake, on the verge of tears, stuttering on her words the way her father hated. That's probably why she always got into trouble.
"I'll take care of it, Sage. Just stop crying for fucks sake." Father never told her anything about the business. She was always kept in the dark, despite being the heir to his dirty business.
He always asked her why she cared. Why she didn't want to run away from this life. She didn't have the answer herself.
"Tell me." She commands, Sage had moments where she would have a voice. Where she would hold the commanding voice she inherited from her father. The commanding voice of a leader. A Queen. Even the guards slightly got scared at the sound of it. She was a duplicate of her father yet he never wants her.
"Chinese." Her father finally gives in, understanding her when she talks in that commanding voice. The one where she is finally worthy enough to be heard.
"Okay." She nods, rises her head and walks away. Knowing she has no business in it. The guards follow after her. Follow after their princess knowing damn well their capo is trying to find ways to get rid of her.
That's what everyone did since the day she was born. Ways to buy her, get rid of her or use her. She was nothing but a object to be played with, to be claimed.
"Stop crying like a fucking baby, Sage" she hears him say under his breath. Tears threatening to escape.
10 years ago
"You know I love you, Emma." She gives the brunette a genuine smile.
"I love you too Sage but it's way past your bedtime. We don't want capo getting mad at me for not putting you to sleep at the right time." She says while placing the empty milk glass on to her tray.
Emma, a maid. A low-life that Sage could throw away yet she had found a special place in Sage's heart. A place which has been empty for a very long time.
"He makes me sleep early so he can fuck bitches, doesn't he?" Emma is quite suprised with her question. Not expecting it but it was on Sage's mind for afew years. Sage never had the pussy to ask her father herself knowing it would lead to her getting punished so she just analyses.
Finally making up the courage to ask the daring question - "Does he?" Emma clears her throat "I can't answer that. Go to sleep." Sage wasn't stupid, she knew that was a yes.
"He doesn't even try to hide it Emma," sleep was the last thing on her mind "how many times I stayed up all night waiting for him to come wish me goodnight or something yet he promises, never fulfils." Emma tenses, not knowing how to reply.
"I'm happy your not like them Emma. There not bad but atleast you don't use me to get in my father's bed." Sage was talking about the countless maids who tried to bond with her inorder to get into her father's pants.
Yet, in her course of 4 years with Emma, she never asked about her father. She never tried to force their relationship. She was always here to listen to her whenever she needed her.
Emma passes her smile "Your father loves you even if he doesn't know how to show it." Sage rolls her eyes and laughs. "Goodnight Emma, get some rest, you deserve it."
Emma leaves, shutting the door behind her yet sleep never comes to Sage's mind. Still wondering why these women were more important then Sage. Had she been doing something wrong? Maybe the work she does for him? Acting more annoying then usual?
She quickly gets up from her comforter. Ignoring the cold floor against her feet. Shivering slightly she goes through the work her father gave her today. Trying to find some mistakes.
Maybe if she gives it to him now he will be proud and spend some time with her. She smirks her at her awfully intelligent plan. She was going to make her father proud. She was going to be a good daughter.
Running down the mansions halls, seeing guards every left and right. Some with higher position telling her to stop running so fast yet she never stopped. She was going to make her father proud. The 8 word sentence chanting in her mind. She would start submitting her work at this time from now on so he focuses on her and not them.
She rushes open her fathers office door and drops her papers at the sight. Emma bent over her fathers desk, being thrusted into by her beloved father. Both of their faces shaped in pleasure, bodies covered in sweat. Emma naked, her father having her right breast in his palm.
That was the day she stopped calling Andres her father.
9 years ago
The fine boy with brown messy hair watches her from the distance. He's hypnotising. He's the same age as her, maybe abit older. He was the heir to the Italian mafia. Aldo's son. The boy seems genuine, like he's too pure to be in this world. Well, she knows that won't last long.
Snapped out of her thoughts by the one and only Francesco Ricci "Enjoying the show, princess?" He smirks at her.
She was known as the princess in the underground world. The only female heir to be revealed publically rather not hidden. She knew Andres sent her out to be killed, a prey in the world of predators but fooling people was her talent. She wasn't prey, she never was.
"Francesco, go get me some cake, this shits boring." He leans against her, chuckling slightly. "Princess, I'm sure it'll soon be over soon. Give me afew minutes to get your beloved cake. Stay in sight alright?" He says before running off into the crowd of murderers.
Her best friend. Introduced to her 5 months ago but he still held a special place in such short time.
8 years ago
"Your a bastard, Aldo!" She wanted to slap him so bad. What was it with men wanting to take away every ounce of happiness she had.
"I'm trying to do this the kind way, Mendoza. He has to heir soon and you have done your job. You have his virginity, imagine that! You have something many girls beg for. You know the deal, he loses everything if he doesn't lose you."
"Fuck you. Francesco deserves better then you! You fucking rapist!" She was pressing buttons she shouldnt be pulling but here she was. Giving it all up for him. "Before this gets out of hand Mendoza I'll be taking my leave." He walks up to the door "I hope I never see you near him ever again or you know what will happen." He smiles heading out the door.
She freezed for a moment before it all come rushing down. She had lost it all. She had lost him, her amor.
7 years ago
"Please spare me, please!" The middle-aged begged for forgiveness. He was on his knees. For her. Fearing her. She had power, the power to her Kingdom to be.
"You should've thought twice before betraying your future reina." She smirks at the man. She was covered in blood that wasn't hers. She slits the mans throat. She hated betrayers. She finally takes a good look at the room full of corpses, men of her father who showed no respect to her who now died by her hands.
They all bowed down to her. She was their reina yet that was not what she wanted anymore.
The exit to this life, it was close. She could escape for once and all. So that's what she did. She ran.
Only to end up in the hands of this world again. She was never going to leave.
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