The Last Piece of my Soul

It was cold. My limbs were numb. All my surroundings were somewhat hazy. With every minute passing, the pain in my heart became less and less hurtful. Surely, I was dying. Pierced with a bullet in an abandoned warehouse like some mafia thug who dared to steal money or sell the poor quality drug to his business partner. Oh my, wasn't I pitiful? Well, I wish that was the case. Honestly, in my last moments, I preferred to die for whatever reason, including incurable disease, being a bad person who did unimaginable deeds and now suffered retribution or just a f*ckin incident where the plane crashed. But no. I was dying mostly because of my stupidity. Maybe, at some point, I started to realise that my feelings would lead me to suffer like hell. But little did I know that I would have been killed because I dared to fall in love. I was shot because I was seen as an obstacle to the happy ending of two people. How pathetic. Too bad that I realised that late. If I didn't feel too weak, I would

Bianca D'Arcangelo was Leonardo's cousin. On the surface, she was charming, bright and naïve. Her personality's purity evoked the kindness and the strong desire of people around her to protect such a rare gem. But, her inner self was nothing like that. Unfortunately, I found out too late. Like all these people, I thought Bianca is an example of some of the best qualities a woman can have. I used to like her and tried to form a friendship. She perfectly pretended to be close and loyal, helping me when I was in need. I thought because she had such a close relationship with Leonardo, that she would lend me a hand in making him fall in love with me. Funny thing, he started to hate me due to her ''help''. I had no idea what things she spoke behind my back; however, he became disgusted at even looking at me thanks to her. ''Little one, your friend doesn't look healthy. Stay with her and if she doesn't get better, find the butler.'' I didn't stop my sneering on time and had to cover my mout

City D*, Fújiàn Province, China The sun was warm and bright high in the sky. My skin absorbed its rays. The ocean water glistered like a million diamonds. I watched absent-minded the foam formed near the shore. My body was sluggish. A few more minutes, and I would fall into a deep slumber. Anticipating this, I closed my eyes, ready for a dreamless rest. This was the only way I could sleep. A week ago, when I came to China, I realised I could not sleep at night. I had constant nightmares where I screamed and begged while my bones were breaking. There was a demon with Xavier's face with hellish eyes and scalpel in hand. I woke up in cold sweat and with a shaking body. After this happened for three days in a row, I was afraid of falling asleep. Intentionally, I stayed awake for two whole days before I felt my eyes were unable to stay open anymore. Exhausted, I slept for fourteen hours. My mom was worried about me. She constantly asked how I felt and even offered a psychologist's help. S

The next evening, the whole family sat together to have a meal. I was a bit under the weather due to my lack of sleep, and grumpy observed the family members from my maternal side. Grandfather was the Yan family's head and my uncle, followed by Yan Si, his successors. My mother was his only daughter, and she didn't get along with her father. If it wasn't for my cousin's engagement, I doubt I would ever have the opportunity to see them face to face again. The reason for their animosity was my father. Not only he wasn't the chosen spouse from grandfather, but he was even a foreigner. This displeased the old tyrant so much he found a way to estrange their relationship. With lies, manipulation and threats, he forced my mother to come back to China from Scotland, where she studied as an exchange student. Once in his hands, he never let her leave. My father was deceived that mom married someone else and never knew he had a daughter until I was ten. Then they got together thanks to my uncle.

Even if I were struck by lightning, I wouldn't be as shell-shocked as I was. His dark eyes had the intensity of a beast going to swallow its prey whole. His predatory look made me tremble. And his statement that he wouldn't let me escape…I could swear I had never in my two timelines met that person. His fierce countenance, combined with his absurd statement, scared me in no joking manner. ''There must be a misunderstanding. I never had the opportunity to be acquainted with you.'' I tried to be polite and pleasant as possible. Despite that, there was a scornful grimace on his face. ''Hell, if I knew what talented actress you are.'' He chuckled suddenly. ''Do you honestly think I will believe your pretence? You might have plastic surgeries and changed the colour of your eyes; however, I can never mistake the person who you truly are.'' Well, obviously, you could. Without a doubt, he knew a woman closely resembling me and was adamant about treating me like her. In this vast world with s