he : "You're not just my assistant, you're my obsession."
she : "And you're not just my boss, you're my downfall."
he : "I never knew danger could be so beautiful."
she : "And I never knew love could be so deadly."
she : "We can't be together. Our w...
The darkest nights Produces the brightest stars...
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The room was cloaked in shadows, the only light slipping throught the cracks in the boarded-up windows. Moonlight. Cold, silvery glow of the moon. It cast eerie patterns across the floor. The room was silenced broken only by the tip-tip sound of water dripping from the faucet in the sink present by the corner.
I stood at the edge of the room, my heart thumped against my ribcage as I took in the scene before me. At my feet lay a body ..lifeless and still, in the pool of its own blood . The blood was fresh, glistening like dark rubies. A shiver ran down my spine not frm fear, but from the cold realisation of what I had done.
....the man who had thaught me what loneliness is...the man who once was the reason of my happiness Is now the reason of my emptiness....
The fact that he was my father didn't make the act any easier. As I stared at him, a whirlwind of emotions threatend to engulf me and suffocate me ..Anger, Sorrow and relief twisted together, battling for dominance in my mind...
I inhaled deeply, steadying myself and walked towards my father...I crouched down and looked at the blood.. ' look dad...look what you have done..the girl who used to hate blood ...is now a women who is thirsty for blood ' I whispered tracing my finger on his now cold forehead
' samanth-'
I turned around hearing my mother's voice Her eyes widened, breath hitching in her throat. ' what have you done ??' her eyes scanned the room for any danger for her
I stood up and pushed my hands in my pockets
I met her gaze, my face calm, a mask she should recognise now .. ' what had to be done ' I said
'he was your father...'
' Not mine ....not for a long time..' My words were cold, final, as if that explained everything. And to me , it did ' you have thaught me well didn't you?? Mother?? Or should I say step mother???'
' he......was a monster and I am done being his victim'..
The room fell silent, swallowed in shadows once more, a chill slipped through the air. I glided past her...
' what are you going??..what am I gonna say when the society comes to know??' I heard my mother's voice frm behind .
' that's your problem' ' you are not less than he was ' she shouted
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For the ones who thinks samantha didn't do good by killing her father...wait for some chapters...there's a good reason behind it .. And I'd d love to hear your thaughts and recieve your feedback I'll be looking forward for your comments Next part will be uploaded by Sunday or Monday... Vote and support me!!
