{𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1}
𝒁𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑻𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔
Is the girl no one really noticed. She hides her face- with all the horrid bruises present- behind a facade, and makes sure no one suspects a single thing about the hell she's met with at her home with her 'parents...
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Every ounce of breath I used to have in my lungs is now gone, leaving me too stunned too speak, my mouth gaping open.
The man who I've lived with for most of my life sits in front of me like it's no big deal for him, while my whole world comes crumbling down all at once. I can't find the strength in me to utter a single word.
My heart starts feeling heavy in my chest all of a sudden, and my breathing changes it's speed. It feels as if my lungs really aren't able to insert any oxygen, and suddenly I feel lightheaded.
Oh God, I'm going to faint in front of Miguel. He will be able to do anything he's ever wished to do to me, and Nikolai is here too and he was really open about his feelings for me the other day.
I try taking a step backward, but feel Luca's hand pull me more towards him, closer to Miguel.
The feeling of his hand against my skin makes me feel a sense of relief flood over me. It feels like, all of a sudden, I can manage to breathe again.
I have no idea what Luca thinks about the situation we're in, since I'm too much focused on the man in front of me and the hatred in his eyes. Has that hatred towards me always been there? I never noticed, but it must be.
"Surprise! What a lovely reunion between father and daughter." Nikolai smiles sinister, amusement visible in his eyes.
And that's exactly when I feel an emotion coming back to me. It isn't sadness, nor fright. It's rage. Rage so pure I practically feel my insides burning up because of it. It's so much present, I can feel my fists tremble in anger.
"He's not my father." I spit at him, now glaring at the man who knew damn well what he just said. He's the one that killed my real dad, he's the one who made me live with this devil all my life. He's the one who made my life hell.
And at that moment, I can feel such animosity towards these 2 men in front of me, I didn't even know was possible. I've never known my body could actually contain this exuberantly feeling towards a human being.
"He will be the last face you see anyway принцесса." Nikolai says nonchalantly, as if he doesn't see right trough me, into the mass of burning rage. (Princess)
The thought of him only impersonating exactly that makes me do something so stupid. Maybe the stupidest thing I've done in my entire life.
But I couldn't really care anymore at this moment.
I scan the luxurious room with my eyes, noting a rich collection of all kinds of weapons on display on the wall of this room. A beautiful golden dagger basically calls me name, and I can't help but take a minute to look at its splendor.
A smirk forms on my face as I really contemplate the thing I'm about to do. The relief I'll feel once I've finally gotten it over with.
"Don't even think about it." Nikolai warns me, but I'm already off, sprinting to that exact dagger.
