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Adrien Valor, the second youngest child of the Valor Dynasty, had never set his eyes on a more beautiful woman. Kathelyn Young had caught his eye in a way no other woman had been able to in his life, all it ever was for his whole l...
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Eleven Years Prior to Present Time
"Neil, No!" My mom yells in a pleading way that scares me enough to make me shiver. I hear multiple pairs of heavy feet run through the hallway, my face pressing harder against the stuffed animal in my hand. It was the only comfort I had in this small cramped closet, the only one not judging me for being a weak little girl.
Multiple gunshots go off in the house and I freeze, stop playing with my stuffed bunny, and look at the direction of the sound. Then it goes painfully quiet, suddenly not loud enough, weirdly eerie, and I don't like it.
I don't know what urges me out of the closet, but I'm off the ground and in my room. Looking around frantically, I see a dark shadow pass by my bedroom door. "Robin, what have you done..." My mom says with a shaky voice, her question to my dad having no response for what seems ages. The silence became our new friend.
"I'm the one running the show now Marissa. They got in my way and they couldn't accept my power. So getting rid of them was the best option." My dad finally replies, his footsteps soon fading off into the distance, the silence returning.
In a world where my life was like any normal, I'd be terrified of all of this. The gunshots. The screaming. The quiet. It still bothers me a little, but as time passes by it becomes my normal, my life, my life cycle to hear all of this and to see it. That's the thing that comes with parents involved in nasty business. Not the kind where you grow up into a legacy with your last name on a building in New York City. The type of life where your parents have been involved with the black market, mafia tradings, and secret government auctions.
A tainted legacy.
I open my room door finally, and when I see bodies lying on the ground I drop my bunny on the floor. I'd seen guns, beatings, and screaming... but never a dead body. And now I'm staring at maybe seven bodies several feet apart, scattered in front of my room entrance. "...Kathelyn." My mom spots me and instead of a worried tone, she's mad. It's always like this. Anytime they see a weakness in me they try correcting it and making me 'stronger' but I'm ten. I do not deserve this lifestyle.
"I told you to stay put!" Her icy cold hand wraps around my forearm and she drags me behind her. "Mom-" She stops, turns around... slaps me."You're not my daughter. You're a mistake." Her words form tears in my eyes, pain besides the slap balling up in my chest. Her force returns, the dragging continuing until we reach the dining room where my dad stands reloading his gun.
Blood stains his white t-shirt and blue jeans.
"I'm part of it now. Of the black market. I have power." He chuckles under his breath. He loved this, loved that he killed a group of people working for the head of the Black market to earn his spot as a right-hand man to the leader.
