Fiora Falls

Veronica Fiora was desired by all but obtained by none. Daughter of a famous designer, princess of the fashion world. Growing up, the only way she knew how to break out of the constant cycle her parents were spinning were her rebellions. She didn't care about her image or her father's brand, it was not her word to live in.

But that was a year ago.

That was before her life had forced her to bury her darkest secret in the same grave where her brother lay.

That was before she had everything to lose.

Now, her only mission in life was to paint herself as the perfect daughter, a beautiful angel, product of pure power.

Nobody would think of her as anything other than divinity itself, nobody would question her.

As the year went by and her false smiles had caught every camera, she was sure her past had withered along with every imperfection she ever had.

That was until she received the letter that made her perfect world come crashing down.

Dead men don't speak.
So which is it, Veronica?
Am I not a man?
Or am I not dead.
-NR

He was back.