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PROLOGUE

Being shot in the stomach and left to bleed out on a cold wet pavement, in a dark alley is certainly not one of the ways I wanted to die. The pain, the cold and the fear of what will come afterwards was undeniably frightening. My vision began to fail and I struggled hard to stay awake, to keep my heart beating.. I can't die just yet, I have lots of scores to settle, a lot of wrongs to correct. I need to get VENGEANCE!!!. They say love is an emotion that can make even dead hearts beat again but I think hate is even more stronger. As I chanted the names of my debtors like a mantra, I found the will and strength to fight and stay conscious. This time, they wouldn't see me coming and I sure as hell wouldn't give them time to prepare.

CHAPTER ONE

The beautiful sun rays peaked lightly through the curtains into my brightly colored room. My blow drier vibrated in my palm as I did a mental countdown of my everyday morning routine before school . My bed side clock gleamed brightly at me and I sighed using my slender fingers to even out the invincible creases on my school uniform. I was dreading the fact that it'll only be a matter of minutes before the usual morning crises starts all over again. I tapped my foot impatiently, staring at my reflection once more in the beautiful French dresser in my room. "Come here Roselle!! Mummy's running late. Don't be a naughty girl sweet heart, we've got to make it to school in five!!" My mother's voice boomed loudly throughout the house I searched frantically around the room, racking my brain for a new place to hide, one nobody would think of easily and a mischievous grin worked it's way

CHAPTER TWO

"Wake up sleepy head!! Happy birthday Rose. Wake up!!", Royce keeps jumping repeatedly on my bed and screaming at a high pitch like a mad man. I drag my fluffy covers over my head and press them gently against my ears, trying to keep his deafening screams out. I sigh in relief when the sound goes down a few pitches but my satisfaction is short-lived because he drags the covers harshly away from my body. "Go away..." I groan, turning away from him. "Wake up rose or we're going to be late" he continues "Go away Royce.. I don't want to go to school today" I complain sleepily, burying my head into my pillows "You don't have a choice Rose. You have to wake up or I'll pour a cup of water in your ears" he threatened angrily. "Do whatever you want, but I'm not going to school today" I replied stifling a yaw

CHAPTER THREE

I couldn't stop the feeling of butter flies in my stomach. I took a long shower, using my favorite scented fruity body wash and shampoo. I wrapped myself in a towel and walked out of the bathroom to get ready. I giggled excited at my reflection and forced myself to get ready. I brushed my long chocolate brown hair a trait I got from my mom. I decide to add some plaits and smile contentedly when it comes out perfectly. I should ask mom for some mascara but my bright blue orbs are already standing out. I put on my dress and shoes with a wide grin, applied some gloss and hurried downstairs. "Here comes my princess!!", Dad said, watching me descend the stairs. "You look good rose", Royce added with a playful snort.. "Thanks Royce." I replied with a smile. Dad was dressed in one of his tailored tux and Mom wore a dress

CHAPTER FOUR

"Not so fast dear. You don't want to miss out on all the fun do you?", The big masked man said in an ugly gruff voice. His companions began to gather around him. They were five in number and their faces were covered in the same mask. Judging from the way they gathered around the big man he seemed like their leader. He pulled out his gun and stalked slowly towards our direction. Dad rushed towards us and shielded us with his body and the big man guffawed at the scene unfolding in front of him. "Please don't hurt my dad!! I'm begging you" I screamed, wiping my eyes with my hands. "Roselle!! Royce!! Get the hell out of here! Now!! Go, daddy's gonna be just fine", Dad ordered with an angry expression The big man gave a loud hearty laugh and his companions joined him. "Isn't this a very interesting family drama", he said with an unmistakable note of sarc

CHAPTER FIVE

I ran faster and harder. Fatigue settled hard on my muscles and I could barely breathe but I kept going. My pretty dress was ripped in multiple places and blood and dirt decorated the once flawless fabric. My ankles were sore and red from the exercise and pebbles rolled under my feet, causing the joint to twist in an uncomfortable manner. Pain shot upwards from my sprained ankle to my whole body. I grew light-headed, weaker and tired with every single step. My shoulders felt as if I was carrying a concrete wall, an invisible chain tugged at my calves and my loafers threatening to bring me down to my knees. I pushed myself, recalling my father's pleading eyes when he asked me to run and determination set in. I limped forward. The days event kept flashing inside my head. How did we move from being so happy a few hours ago to being...... Bile rose at the back of my throat and for the first time since I started run

CHAPTER SIX

Time seemed to move with speed. It's been seven years since my arrival at the foster care and I can still remember the day I arrived like it was yesterday. I stand up from my bed, get my toiletries and head for the bathroom. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I'll say I look exceptional for a fifteen year old. The splitting image of my mom or at least what she looked like when she was around my age. The prominent dark circles around my big blue doe eyes signified lack of sleep. I brushed my teeth and took a hurried bath. It was a general bathroom and I had to wake up early so I could get some privacy. Hurrying down the hallway, I slipped into my room, threw on some clothes and began to arrange whatever little possession I had.Today, my adoption process will be completed and I'll be moving into a new home. I must admit, I'll miss this place a lot even though I have no friends or even acquaintances. I clutched my locket on my neck

CHAPTER SEVEN

Adjusting to my new routine wasn't difficult. It turned out the Smith's were not as decent and respectable as they posed . I did everything a help would do and even more. The chores seemed never ending and Richard was a bigger pain in the butt. He tried forcing himself on me twice but I turned him down and that seemed to put me on his bad side.I would be beaten up, starved and made to clean up after their mess time and again. It was like reliving another nightmare. This time my body had a lot of purple and blue bruises to show for it.I was positive the Smith's were involved in a shady business. I had seen files with a weird logo of a monochrome skull in a bandana and two daggers placed in an opposite angle beneath the skull while cleaning Richard's room on countless occasions. At first I thought it was a research work project or something, until I noticed what a bloody creep he is.He was hardly at home and whenever he returned, he was m

CHAPTER EIGHT

RICHARD'S POV.I've never trusted that damn maid. She was adopted and the name 'Smith' was attached to her name by my father. I Know it's a cruel joke on his part or a smart attempt to keep our identity undercover. My real name is Richard Vladimir and my father; Adam Vladimir has been looking for the Jackson girl for years now.About eight years back, my uncle Dimitri Vladimir, head of the Vladimir clan and boss of the most notorious and feared Russian syndicate entrusted a job to my dad. It was nothing new, just an order to wipe out the Jackson's for treason. That night, our men had handled everything as expected but the girl managed to slip away. Since then,we've been searching for the Jackson girl but she seemed to have disappeared completely and all our efforts were futile.

CHAPTER NINE

RICHARD'S POV.The drive from my house to Dimitri's was a long one and throughout the drive, my thoughts were fixated on our most recent consignment. It was long past due for arrival and Dimitri was already running out of patience. The damn old man was too smart and unforgiving and the only reason he let papa get away with his many mistakes was because we were family."Boss? There's a call for you", one of my men said and handed me the phone."

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