Reign Santos-Valentino will soon be 21, which means much responsibilities, becoming head of his family's business. His very nonchalant and bad boy character attracts a lot of the girls but he is too much of a player to keep a girl. But as it's his t...
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As I saw my fathers urn on fire, everything switched in me and every bit of humanity that was left as now gone.
To know that the father I yearned to know and that sacrificed so much for me and mom, was actually alive that whole time.. hurt me. That mom died without knowing that he was alive that whole time.
That he was out there and she had to be filled with so much sadness and hatred for years.
In a way it felt like she died for nothing, but she died mainly for Eva, to protect her.
All I saw red, and I knew I would lose the person I worked hard to be. I grab my gun fast behind my back and I quickly shoot Francesca in the leg.
She falls down and groans, I'm not done with her yet.
Gabriel goes to stab Vivian but I shoot him in the head with one shot. The hole in his head pierced through and he falls down.
I look at Vivian as she is trying to catch her breath and I have nothing to say to her.
I see my husband and son fighting Francesca's men, I go over to her.
I stand over her and she tries to reach for her knife but I step on her hand.
She groans in pain. I bend down and I lean close.
"You're right, I am becoming Ignacio but the one thing he didn't fail to teach me is that... in order to beat your enemy you have to become them" I say.
She looks at me worried and I knock her out with my gun. She knocks out and I stand up.
I turn and I see a man run to me and I shoot him in the eye. I grab my knife from my boot, and I throw one at a guy's head as he tries to get to Elle. He falls down and Elle looks startled.
I walk over and I look at her. She looks at me a bit scared.
"Elle, did she say anything about Cassian? Did you see him?" I ask.
She nods. "He's in Spain, he's not here. Not that I know of, I knew Vivian was in Spain, but I guess they brought her here too".
She brought Vivian because she knew we were coming. She expected this, but the bitch didn't expect to lose.
That's where she underestimated us.
As I walk over to the burnt urn, I hardly see any ashes of his and I try not to let the pain consume me. I try to let in and hold it in before I let it out.
I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I lose myself in my thoughts. I start feeling myself being shaken and I snap out of it.
"Rosalia!" He says.
I look at Francesco and he gives me a comforting look. "Let it out, don't hold it in".
