The killer of her best friend wants her. What happens when the lines between hatred and desire begin to blur?
𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢'𝐬 life takes a harrowing turn on her best friend's wedding day when an anonymous man crashes the celebration...
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It took me less than a minute to stand behind the door of my Uncle's office, ready to break it down for whoever unpleasantly made themselves comfortable in the room.
How dare he?
How could Rafael de Luca, that sick, arrogant, imbecile of a human being, dare to show up in our house, not for some hi or hello, but to ask for Ana's hand in marriage?
I swear to God, I'll burn him down.
I don't give a shit if the whole Outfit goes against me and decides to seize me for slaughtering Rafael; I'd rather face that fate than let Ana marry that man.
She's my sister, and I can't see her life getting ruined right before me, especially after my best friend's life was taken away, nevertheless, by the said man.
So this is what he needed?
Anastasia Rossi?
But Ana deserves better. Rafael isn't even close to being better.
I wasted no more time as I raised my hand to knock on the door after realizing trying to break it down will only bruise me and nothing else. However, I heard something unexpected from inside.
Thankfully, Uncle's room wasn't soundproof, and I could hear everyone's voices in the room. By everyone, there were only three people in the room, I assumed: Uncle, Aunt, and Rafael.
"I will ask my daughter about it and let you know if she agrees, Rafael," said my uncle, followed by my Aunt's exasperated tone. "What do you mean, Xavier? Anastasia will agree to the marriage. You know she has no objections to these facts," her next words were directed towards Rafael, "Rafael, we are fine with the marriage."
I could hardly believe my ears. The woman Ana has been calling Mom since her birth was so willing to sell her daughter off for some mere status. Then again, I don't expect much from her anyway. I knew she'd always take her only daughter for granted.
Before Rafael's satisfied voice could reach my ears, Uncle's words rang again. "I said that I will ask my daughter for consent. If she agrees, we can proceed with the marriage. We can't do anything before she says anything."
For the first time in my entire twenty-three years of life, I heard my uncle go against his wife's will. He certainly listened to what Ana had to demand and went along with it, but he never in the past straightly denied my Aunt's words, which was indeed one of the many reasons she became so obstinate in the first place. Used to having her own way, Aunt's voice feigned anger for Uncle the next moment. But I think he barely heard them.
"I understand, Xavier. I'll wait for your response," Rafael finally says. "I hope we can become in-laws after working together for nearly two decades." Nobody would ascertain the threat in his tone by the saccharine way Rafael voiced the words, but I was certain my uncle did. And it became crystal clear that a no would never be expected to hear as an answer.
