A long time ago there were 3 brothers, Rozario, Santiago and Valentino. Their last name is unknown but the fact that they were related is, well, even then this was kept a secret from the world.
All 3 brothers wanted the same thing: Power, wealth an...
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GUYS GUYS GUYS. WE HIT 50K. WE HIT 50 FUCKING K. Ok, for literally everyone bc i swear i've never told you lot this but a year ago now, I wasn't even sure i wanted to wrte this book. I litrally thought no one would ever read this trash. But here ou guys are. Reading it and (i hope) enjoying it.
So at first getting 100 reads was my target. once I got to 100 reads it started increasing to 1k. after that as a joke I said to my friend, imagine if i hit 50k. Then she said, bet you will. I said fuck no.
And here we are. 50k was my overall target honestly i felt that it was unreachable. Now that same insane friend has told me that I shouldn't be thinking that 50k is my ultimate target, She's challenged me to 100k. Now i believe that this target is too high for me but you know, I said that about 50k.
Anyways I just thought I'd let you know, here's the next chapter.
TW: PANIC ATTACK
Leo's Pov:
It hurt to walk, but I pushed the thought out of my mind.
Al of my siblings had probably heard the news of me getting stabbed by now and from what I've been told, the whole reason we were leaving almost immediately was due to Mirae screaming about seeing me as soon as possible.
She was going to kill me. I internally groaned at that, I'd have to hear her nagging at me.
A light knock at the door broke my thoughts.
"Sir, the jet is ready when you are." Madden spoke at the door.
I buttoned the last button of my shirt and sighed. "Alright. I'll be a minuet." I told him.
I winced as I stretched forward to pick my bag up. That fucker really did stab me badly. Well technically he did a good job on his half, but for me it would be bad.
I controlled my expression and made it blank. No one could see that such a pathetic wound actually hurt me.
Just as I thought of that I looked down at me hand.
It was weird. Once Aria had turned and left the room I couldn't help but keep on staring at my hand.
There was something about my hand and her that I couldn't shake. Just by looking at it I felt like I was allowed, that it was alright for me to show that I was in pain.
When I was unconscious I had dream. It was a weird one. But I saw her in my dream.
She had taken my hand in hers and held it. Tightly. I tried my best to hold onto her back but I couldn't. It was like I was watching myself fail to hold onto her.
And then she had told me that it was alright. To let go. That she would be back. So I let go.
It was just like that. So short and fleeting but I remembered every single part of the dream.
