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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Aria's Pov
Sitting in the car after a grueling 2 hours of sitting in a plane had me going a little insane.
I had slept the whole way back in the plane but at the most awkwardly possible position known to man. I grimaced as I stretched my hand out.
I lent my head back against the head rest and sighed.
I thought back to the hour before we had left The Rousseau mansion. When I had placed the Hyacinth on top of Sunny's grave.
It was the first time that I had placed a purple hyacinth on someone who I had not killed. Yet here I was the same amount of guilt coursing through my veins.
It was futile. Every attempt I had to console myself.
But then I thought of him.
Leo. When Aiden had asked me if I wanted to stay with him and he had collapsed onto the floor. I knew then.
I could never let him go.
So that was why I had politely declined and told him that for now, where I was, was where I wanted to be.
I don't know what was going through Leo's head, I still have no idea, but he looked broken. I knew he wouldn't want anyone to see him in that state and so that was why I had taken my jacket and covered his face.
But I don't know why I had hugged him.
I don't know why I so desperately wanted to hug him.
Hell, I mean I don't even know if he remembered me even kissing him.
I shook my head. At least I could have that memory. The only memory that I would perhaps have of us, since he's made it clear that it isn't what he wants.
The car drew to a halt and stopped and once I looked around I noticed we had already completed the half an hour journey back to The House Of Cards.
Well at least I could fill Venus in about the whole gossip.
And the food. The food would be as good as ever. That was all I needed anyways. Food and gossip.
I opened the door of the car and slowly clambered out. The steps of the mansion were like 3 minuets away from me and I scowled.
Stupid driver.
I mean, come on!
He could have just driven 1 foot more and I would have been right at the fucking steps. I hate walking.
I grumbled to myself about the drastic inconvenience that the stupid driver had given me in this life.
When I heard some equally stupid individual scream my name at the top of his fucking lungs, I swear he nearly broke my eardrums.
