Sofia spent three years searching for answers about her parents' death but always hit dead ends. Her stepfather wanted to marry her off to the mafia to settle a debt, so she ran away to continue her investigation. Alexander, an aspiring king of the Crow Cartel, faced a bleak future after an injury ended his ice hockey career. His father gave him a chance to marry within a time limit to get to be king, and Sofia was the intended bride. However, she vanished on their wedding day, leaving him at the altar. Betrayed, Alexander embarked on a mission to seek revenge and ruin Sofia's life for what she had done to him.
Lihat lebih banyakSofia’s POV
It was my wedding day.I looked in the mirror, my eyes trailing down the seam of my long white dress that was probably more expensive than half of the attires in my closet. The dress was gifted to me by my fiancé's father, whom I never met. In fact, I was just knowing his name today when my step father gave me the dress and revealed to me the family I was getting married to. The family of Blake Crow of the Crow Cartel, the most brutal mob in this part of the world.But I wasn’t going to marry him, I knew that for sure. I had my whole life ahead of me and I would be damned if I allowed my stepfather, who has treated me badly ever since our mother died, to spoil my life right when I was in the middle of a murder investigation. My mother and father were killed at the same spot in New York City, which was ruled as an awful coincidence even though the last time I ever saw them together was the day that they got divorced when my twin sister and I were 12 years old.When they told us that, it didn’t settle well with me and I knew I had to find out why they were together the night that they were murdered and who killed them. So when my step father told me that I had to get married to a member of the Crow Cartel, I knew that I had to run away. I couldn’t throw away my entire life to be the wife of a man that was going to enslave me and put a stop to my life, right when I was in the middle of an investigation that kept me up at night.“Are you done?” Olivia, my step sister, peeked into my room. She was dressed in a beige long gown, her hair put up in a bun and her face adorned with makeup.Even though we looked exactly alike, I have been told several times that she was the more attractive twin. It didn’t bother me that much because to me, beauty wasn’t what defined someone.“I think so,” I replied as I brushed my bangs and the strands of hair that fell in my shoulders.She came into the room and stood behind me, “I am so happy that you are getting married, Sofia.”“To the man I have never met, or even know what he looks like.” I scoffed.“Don’t forget who you are doing it for.”I rolled my eyes as I looked away from her. Our stepfather, Ronaldo, has hated me ever since our mother died. I didn’t know why, because I tried to stay out of his business as much as I could but I guess that wasn’t enough. It was to no surprise that he chose me instead of Sofia to marry off to a member of the biggest and most ruthless mafia gang even though I wasn’t the one that pissed them off. He was using me to pay off a loan which was funny because ever since we moved here, I have tried to steer away from the mafia as much as possible.“For the man that has emotionally abused us since mum died?” I raised a brow. “Sure, I know who I am doing it for.”“Come on,” she drawled, adjusting my hair which I swatted away. “You will make a beautiful bride and maybe, this is going to be the thing that will steer you away from the obsession you have with our parent's death.”“You know, Olivia, you might be okay with never knowing why your parents were mysteriously murdered, but I do and I am going to find it out. So if you don’t want to help me then please, steer the hell away from me.”“We will see how you will do that within the walls of the most protected house in town.” She smirked before she sashayed out of the room, banging the door on her way out.Sometimes, it baffled me that we were once in the same womb and we grew up together because she was the devil incarnate. She never liked me and tried to pit our stepfather against me every chance she got for reasons I didn't know and didn't even want to find out. It was the reason I didn't tell her that I was planning to escape and leave town for New York to live there while I continued to investigate my parent’s murder.The plan to have her see me in my wedding dress was checked, so I hastily stripped it off my body. I had a simple pair of jeans and shirt under the dress that would make it easier for me to run. I tried my hair back and removed all of the pins before I headed to my window, where a rope was set in place to help me descend down. I waited for the time to strike. When it was two pm, it was going to be time for everyone to start moving to the wedding venue. They were all going to be at the front of the house while they arranged for my exit.When it was time and there was no one in sight, I pushed the rope down and started to get down, my hands and legs shaking as I did so. I tried to push the thoughts of what Ronaldo was going to do to me when he caught me trying to run away, and focused on what would happen if I didn’t succeed. I was going to be tied to a man, possibly old and crusty, for the rest of my God given life. I pictured the nights we were going to spend together and how he was going to treat me like a bag of garbage, like the way the mafia treated all of the women under them.When I got down successfully, I sighed knowing I was done with the first hard part without falling and breaking a bone. I had disabled the wires of the security fence earlier in the day and I hoped that they hadn’t fixed it while I was getting ready. I climbed on the wall with the rope I had fixed there, slowly while I tried to steady my bones but I kept slipping away.“Holy fuck.” I looked down at my shoes and realized that they were slippery. I had to abandon them. I heard the loud creak of my room open, and Ronaldo’s voice calling out my name. He was going to notice that I wasn’t there any second from now. The man was smarter than I gave him credit for.I heard his voice getting closer to the window, halfway through my climb on the wall. I felt my skin start to bruise, the pain of my bare feet scraping against the rough wall, but I didn't stop. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. While I was on top of the wall, I crossed over the fence and right then, I heard the voice of my stepfather by the window of my room. I turned to face him, and his face held the most vicious scowl I have ever seen him wear.He was going to kill me. I just knew it. I heard him curse a few words in Italian as he turned back hastily, and then I knew I didn't have time. I jumped out of the wall, twisting my leg in the process but I didn't let that slow me down. I ran as fast as I could to leave the vicinity of my stepfather’s house, to get to the car that I bought after I had sold my old car so he wouldn’t be able to track me down. I had it filled with gas and I parked it two roads away from my house. I planned to drive it to the next city where I was going to take a plane and fly to New York. My flight was leaving in three hours, so I had to be as fast as I could.I ran until my legs felt numb. The sound of cars getting closer to me as I ran made me nearly give up. Maybe they were going to catch me, and all of this would be in vain. I had one street remaining and if I could drown the pain of my bleeding feet and my twisted ankle, I was going to make it in time. I remember coming to my father’s house the day they were killed and finding their bloody bodies on the floor. I remembered the bloodcurdling scream Olivia let out when she saw them, and the stench of the house.I was almost there.I remembered the fresh pain, knowing that I was never going to hear my father’s voice and I was never going to be in the arms of my mother. I remembered how the pain hit me like a truck, and how I slumped down to the floor and lost consciousness.I had gotten to the car.I brought out the key in the front pocket of my trousers and inserted it into the car, then opened it. I got in and quickly ignited the car to life before I zoomed off. The sound of the cars fading away while they went in the wrong direction brought me back to reality as I drove away to the next city, glad that my awful streak of luck hadn’t decided to run out today.ALEX Manchester was different…Manchester was blissful…The air in Manchester was very clear; till I could feel it suffocate me. But then I knew one day, I would put an end to all of this. I was living the life that I wanted here. Away from Blake and his Cartel, his mob and the killers and the snare and everything. I had used the money I had to start up something and I would be going back to hockey soon. It was what gave me utmost confidence. And I wouldn’t toss it away. She still didn’t want to have anything to do with me. I took it upon myself to stalk her in a healthy manner. I was there when she left for work and I was there when she was back. It was one thing that gave me joy, it gave me this push. I knew that one day, she would hear me out and would forgive me. I made a conscious effort to respect her space. It was hard to process that fact and I wanted to give her time but then one day, I would make sure I walk up to her again. Everyday, I couldn’t deny the pull she had o
SOFIA Manchester…I got dressed and sighed when I was done dressing. This used to be worn with a happy smile, now, my heart was filled with sadness, regret and disappointment. It wasn’t anger anymore. It was something else. I left the house, the crisp autumn air nipping at my cheeks as I made my way down the street. The familiar sights and sounds of my neighbourhood seemed to fade into the background as I focused on the task at hand: preparing for my move to Manchester.I came back home to prepare. It was now or never. Another day here and I would commit suicide. This was the place my parents were killed, this was the place Olivia had been arrested. Too many bad memories and damn, I can’t stay here any longer. I brought out my clothes and the new bags I bought when I went out. It was now or never at all. I packed my clothes into the bag, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of sadness and nervousness as I did this. I was going to England, leaving behind everything that had once been fami
SOFIAI could still dream. This time, I was dreaming about being alone in a field of roses, where everything was filled with tranquillity and warmth. I found myself standing in a vast field of roses, their sweet fragrance filling the air and soothing my mind. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the landscape. The vibrant colours of the flowers seemed to stretch on endlessly, creating a mesmerising sea of reds, pinks, and whites.It felt so good to be here. So damn good. I forgot all I was thinking about. I forget the sorrows that were now in my life. I forgot how things had been so bad. I was calm. I was content. I was enough. As I walked through the field, I felt a sense of peace and tranquillity washing over me. It made me feel like I was in heaven. This was a pleasure. Absolute pleasure. Amidst the sea of roses, I caught sight of a figure in the distance. This was supposed to be my world, my dream. As I approached the figure, I realised it was my mother, wear
SOFIABut then I had so many what ifs left in me…What if everything had not been like this? What if I had just not found out about the cottage and all? I guess Olivia would have killed me. She would surely win this time around and then she would put an end to the existence of the Griffins.If only Olivia hadn’t found out what really happened, if she didn’t know who our parents were and if nothing had ever even happened before. I sighed heavily. What would have become of my life and that of Olivia’s? I kept thinking about this and it kept playing in my head till I could no longer imagine what life would have been if everything hadn’t started from Olivia finding out that our parents were bloody murderers. I wanted to look up and gaze out the window at the world outside, but Alex was right beside me. He had this look of remorse and that was the last thing I needed right now. In that instant, I couldn’t help but ponder the age-old adage, “ignorance is bliss.” How true those words seeme
SOFIASomehow, a sad song came into my mind. I was humming the song and somehow, it made me feel so good. I then began to ask myself some questions. What if my parents were still alive? What if Jake hadn’t cheated on me? What if Olivia grew up nice and well groomed? What if? The answer was that I wouldn’t have met Alex. And before that, I wouldn’t know who Ronaldo was and my parents wouldn’t have been divorced. It was a whole lot to take in but I knew that I would heal. No matter how hard and difficult it was, I would heal. Nice and steady. I went back inside and saw Alex with the inspector. They were talking and I just went to my room. I needed some time alone, some time to sink all this in and know what next to do with my life right now. I could hear Alex talking with the inspector. “I will come by later. If you need anything, let me know.”“All right. Take care of her.” The inspector told him. “Yes.”‘Take care of her?’ I scoffed. How can I be fine with the devil? The real d
SOFIAI hadn’t wanted to keep crying when the police came but each word, sentence and action of Olivia kept replying in my head like a broken tape and the tears just wouldn’t stop. I then asked myself, how did we come to this? Olivia was a happy child, she was loved by happy parents, it got to the point of being jealous because of the way our parents favoured her over me. But then when I grew up and tried to relive those days, I saw that our parents loved us equally. Yes, they were murderers, and yes they were members of a notorious mafia mob that had killed a lot of people and destroyed so many lives. In that sense, they should be ruthless, in that sense they should have raised us with a knife taped to the tip of their tongues.With them, we were fed love on a silver spoon in a golden plate, we weren’t made to get love by licking it off knives. Not just any knife, a knife that wasn’t embroidered and was just insignificant to mankind. No, our parents fed us love and overfilled us
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