Before the day I was born, destiny and death already had a treaty. Destiny asked death if he can let me live my life. Since the head of our family doesn’t want any grand daughter, believing that a girl cannot continue our family’s legacy, he wanted to kill me in my mother’s womb. But due to his unconditional love for his wife, who begged for my life, he let me live. Death agreed with destiny’s wish.
Since then, destiny started writing few of my chapters then promised death that I will become his servant and I will lead people to him.
The smell of blood, the sight of dying and the sound of pain is normally traumatic and depressing but for my case, it’s just one heck of a typical scene. I don’t care whether what I will do, can bring me to hell someday or not, because it is the reason why I am living.
Even the word ‘conscience’ is not in my vocabulary.
Yes, I kill. I was born and raised from a family of professional killers. We should take someone’s life away in order to live. Life showed me this irony the moment I become aware of everything in this world. I was trained with all the things I need to know regarding this craft. I wasn’t able to live my childhood like the others did. No, let me reiterate that. I think I didn’t have a childhood at all…
Because a lot of things are prohibited. Even making friends…
Will I be able to escape away from death once I broke the treaty that destiny has made for me? Will I be able to live a normal life? Will my efforts finally be appreciated? Will I experience true happiness?
I don’t know anything… at all.
All I know is I am Veronica Saavedra and I am the heiress.
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Comments? Votes? Sorry for the grammatical errors and typos.
With love,
Aria Nightshade
BINABASA MO ANG
The Heiress
Novela JuvenilThe sole heiress of the most wanted killing syndicate meets the very bubbly and cheerful half-Aussie and teaches her what real life is all about. How will Veronica deal with the changes brought to her?
