Yara "Your husband is right, Rosa," I whispered, wearing a saccharine smile, mischief dancing in my eyes as I took deliberate steps towards her. " Or should I say, Amanda?" I added, whispering the Amanda part so that she was the only one who heard and her face went pale as she heard the name.
Yara. Gone was the once vibrant and lively youth who came to pick me up at the airport on my first day in the capital. Seated on the bed, he looked deathly pale, sickly, and his gaze unfocused. Gone was his signature, rich heir aura, and looking at him, I was having a hard time linking to the
" Then how about your life, Uncle Smith. " I asked, sounding dead serious and his face went pale with horror. " Yara? You...you.. What are you talking about?" He stuttered, losing his eloquence, his voice shaking from all the fear and I have to admit, that was quite satisfactory to watch. " How
Yara. " Please, Yara. For the old times' sake, help cure my son." Tears lined the corners of his eyes as he begged, the desperation in his voice caressing my ego in ways I had never experienced before, and a small smile graced my lips. Honestly, I wanted to laugh in his face. What did he think
Yara. " Her family has been looking for you for days now. She and I have unresolved business and I would have loved to personally deal with her, but I believe that you are more than suitable to handle her." My mother wore a meaningful look as she informed, and I already had an idea of who she was
Yara. " I don't care whether he is a Tate or not." " The rule is simple. He hurt my family, and he has to pay." My mother spat, anger blazing in her eyes. " Besides he is not a family. Family don't hurt family, don't get this twisted, Billy Tates." She spat, disdain edging her tone. " If