NATALIA ELYSE DELAVIN
"Oh my god! She's going to live here with us!" Avyanna exclaimed in happiness.
Is everything they're showing towards me real or this is just a fucking show? Because if so, I won't hesitate to fucking burn their business down one by one not giving a fuck about who they are.
"Move in tomorrow?" Avyanna asked.
"I can't."
"Why?" It was Cole who asked.
"I have a busy work schedule for the next two days," well, partly true. I do have something to sort from work but I also need to do some things to cover up the wealth I have.
No doubt they would be digging about what happened in my past because they're not asking me about it.
They'd get the information behind my back.
Something I hate yet something I do to my targets.
"How about three days from now, so you could have an extra day to pack your clothes?" Zeke suggested.
"Alright."
I could see a smile on my father's lips, "I'm glad you agreed to stay with us. A year may be a short time, but we'll try our best to make up for those years that we have lost together."
"Up until now, I still can't believe you're here. The first and last time I saw you, you were sleeping in the nursery room." Cole mumbled. "How have you been through the years?" He asked.
Wouldn't you like to know?
"Just the normal teenage things," I answered with a small forced smile.
Yeah like getting tortured, kidnapped, almost sold, selling illegal shit then building an empire while killing dozens of people and working with a government agency. Normal teenage things indeed.
"If you ever need financial help, don't hesitate to tell us. We could provide you with money if you need to, or even a stable paying job. Anything that you want," father suddenly said making me look at him.
I don't fucking understand him!
Is he acting like a good father now?
"I don't need your money," I deadpanned making everyone go quiet.
Okay, I think I might or might not have sounded like a bitch. Kudos to you and your mouth, Nat.
LUCIAN OLIVER DELAVIN
She is definitely not the type of person I expect she would be.
Regardless of how she acts, she is still my daughter and I'm proud to say that I can see her as someone strong and independent.
The way she speaks, with her head high while keeping eye-contact screams confidence, power, and authority.
I continued to observe her and the only things that I noticed is that she remained emotionless throughout everything. She didn't react. No emotion at all.
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Art of Darkness
General Fiction"Look at them, enjoying life without you. I guess they favor your twin sister more than you that's why they gave you up, huh?" After thirteen years of endless torture and abuse at the hands of her captors and foster families, Natalia had grown to ac...
