Metanoia

Prologue

Prologue:

It was half past 2 in the morning. Everyone was sleeping, the patrol was guarding, and a man was lurking. Quietly, moving through the shadows, dodging the armed guards in a hurry to get his hands on the pure and untainted angel.

Finally reaching the door, he slowly turned the knob, slightly pushing open the door. Just enough to get inside and out again. Having already packed a nappy bag for his angel, he was almost done. Not wanting to waste any more time, he quickly slung the bag over his head and carefully picked up 'his' angel.

Peeking through the slightly opened door to see if anyone was around the hall, he slowly pulled the door a bit more to get out. Going through the shadows again, dodging the guards, they were finally out without any problem.

He finally got 'his' angel and he couldn't wait for her to grow up. 'Til then he had to take very good care of her.

Eventually, when the time is right, he would break her.

She was the one that would pay for her family. Her family who robbed him of his 'rights'. He was the one that was supposed to marry Monique. He was the one that was supposed to be the head.

Not Elroy.

Not his brother. Him!

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It was 6 am when Monique had gone to check up on her Principessa, who for some reason hadn't woken up to be fed. Arriving at the room, she saw the opened door and rushed in. Heading straight towards the crib, she was met with a note inside instead.

With shaking hands, she lifted the note to read. Not even finishing the note, she let out a scream. Calling her husband, her sons, anyone. All she wanted at the moment was for someone to quickly find and bring her daughter home. To her.

Jolting out of bed, Elroy ran to find his wailing wife. Going through all the open doors in the hall, he finally found them. He ran into the room, looking around to see if someone had attacked or something. Instead, he was met with a sobbing wife and sons. Huddling together near the crib.

Rushing towards the kneeling group, he kneeled in front of Monique. He carefully took her chin in his hand, lifting it up so he could see her. His heart broke seeing her crying so much. He wanted the crying to stop so he could see her bright smile again.

"What's wrong? Why are you all crying? What happened?" trying his best to remain calm and not panic, Elroy asked.

But Monique started sobbing louder. Slowly, with shaking hands, she handed him the note.

Worried and confused, he took the note, smoothing the wrinkles, before reading it carefully. The more he read, the paler and angrier he got. He couldn't believe it.

Dear Brother,

When you read this, we will probably be far gone by then. Before you ask who 'we' are, try taking a guess. Who is missing from the room? 3, 2, 1 times up.

Your principessa.

She's mine now. Mine to love, mine to break.

She will pay for your mistake brother. You took my spot as the head. You married Monique knowing the both of us were meant to be together. Not you. You stole everything from me. Now I stole your everything.

You won't be seeing her again. I'll make sure she is loved completely. Every single part of her. I couldn't have Monique but now I have a part of her.

And she's completely mine.

Take care of your family.

With love, your dearest brother,

Kade

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Now Avyanna is 17 years old.

Over 16 years have passed. Things aren't the same anymore. She is no longer the smiling little angel. The Moretti family is no longer filled with genuine laughter.

Avyanna was in hell for 10 years, until she ran. At the end of the line, she found people who welcomed her. She had finally found her home.

Years later, she was a whole new Avyanna. But there is still more to find out. She is still hurting inside. The past isn't easily forgotten.

Join her in her Metanoia.