The Rozovsky Heirs #16: Akhlas Mccrea Rozovsky (The Villain's Redemption)

Prologue

Prologue

Crazy

AKHLAS

I was probably the craziest son and brother among the four Rozovsky siblings in our family. I'm also the youngest. Our older brother is sometimes still a mystery to me. Ate Aletheia is someone I understand a bit better, just like Kuya Adam. As for me, I'm just... me.

I smirked the moment I realized it. There's nothing really special about the youngest child of Mikolos Rozovsky. I was even called weird when I was younger—I mean, I still am. Well, according to what people say about me. But I don't really care. People can think whatever they want about me. Most people know me as Akhlas Mccrea Rozovsky, son of Mikolos' Rozovsky, or as Alejandro Rozovsky's younger brother.

I do appreciate it. After all, I cherish my family. But even back then, I already wanted to make a name for myself and achieve things on my own. I appreciate my family, but I just want to do it alone. Gusto ko na may gawin ako na ako lang sa sarili ko. I didn't know where that desire came from at first. I grew up in a good household. Hindi rin nagkukulang si Mommy sa mga paalala niya sa amin, but I still wanted to take this path.

People have expectations, but I don't care about that. I'm just living my life as I want to. No one can bother me. I don't live to please anyone or anything. Even my parents have given me the freedom to be myself. Kahit pa nga minsan ay hindi rin agree, lalo na si Mommy, sa ibang mga gawain ko. But because she loves me, she tries to understand my personality and attitude. Kaya bakit ko pa iisipin ang iisipin ng ibang tao? Nothing matters to me more than my family. If I have their support, then I don't need anyone's approval anymore.

I went to a club here in Germany, kung saan naglalagi si kuya. Alejandro Rozovsky hasn't settled yet, at naunahan pa nga siya nina Ate Aletheia at Kuya Adam. Our two siblings are currently in the Philippines, growing their own happy and healthy families. They've learned to fall in love, and that's why...

Love. I think I've witnessed that several times—through my parents and two older siblings. They are the closest examples I have of what love looks like.

Habang kami na lang ni kuya ang wala pang girlfriend. Well, lalo na dapat siya because he's older than me, so he gets the more pressure from our parents than I do. Bata pa naman ako—definitely younger than my brother. Honestly, I don't really see myself settling down anytime soon.

"Hi, Akhlas," a pretty girl greeted me.

I appreciate pretty things, all right? When I say a pretty girl, it's just the usual—nothing really special. I smirked. "Hey." After that, I downed the liquor in my shot glass.

I was just busying myself at the bar, drinking. I didn't even notice the other people around me.

She smiled at me and moved closer, taking a seat next to mine.

When I was younger, halos iwasan pa ako ng mga babaeng kaedad ko. Even the girls in my elementary class would call me a weirdo and hate me. But that only happened when I was very young. I probably acted weird and liked the weirdest things.

I remember there was a girl from kindergarten. I was in my own world during our class break while the others were outside catching flies. I just let them be while I read inside the classroom.

Then they returned, and a classmate came up to show me the insect they had caught. Seriously? Sometimes the teacher allows us to have activities outdoors too. There's supervision, and some of us even have nannies or bodyguards, just like me.

I looked at the girl and the insect she was trying to hold. But it was clear she didn't want to touch it and seemed scared. Then why was she trying so hard? I noticed she looked like she might cry. She clearly didn't like the insect. She probably hated it and was afraid of it.