"I have to go now." Xander said, getting to his feet and grabbing his jacket while Soralina looked up at him. "But you said you would play Uno with me!"Xander looked at her apologetically, slowly making his way to the door. "I know little sis, I know. It's just really important. I have to go to her."At this Soralina's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Her?"As if he had not even expected it himself, Xander's eyes went wide as he realized his slip of tongue. "I uh...I""Xander, am I missing something?""No it's just...It's...uh...""Are you seeing someone?""Yes. No! I mean no I-I mean yeah but no I-"Slowly but surely, Soralina's face broke into a smile, excitement radiating off of her. "Alexander Russo, are you blushing right now?"Xander gave up defending himself, putting on a resting bitch face. "Shut up."Soralina laughed out loud, clapping her thighs to hold on her laughter while Xander sighed in frustration."God I'm so happy for you! Why wouldn't you tell anyone? Why

Xander had not returned home after that. Not even the next day, or the day after that.Or for the other day as well.And no one seems to care. Except Soralina.While the three Russo’s sat down for breakfast in the fifth morning, Soralina poked her food, looking from Agatha to Gustav as if waiting for them to say something.Then she glanced at Romeo who stood behind Agatha, then at Gustav’s guard whose name she didn’t remember, and then right behind her at Lucian, who raised a questioning eyebrow.“Soralina, why aren’t you eating?” Gustav’s voice had the girl almost jumping out of her skin as she stared at him with wide eyes, while the man continued to chew on his food, not even bothering to look at her as if he hadn’t just said something.“Y-Yes?”“I asked, why aren’t you eating?”Soralina looked down at her food, at the untouched plate, before picking up her fork that she had dropped and stabbing into one of the peas and stuffing it into her mouth.Then she did another round of glanc

He left. Again.As he sat there on the carpeted floor of Agatha's room, he realized that although Agatha was cruel, she had been right after all. He was a hypocrite.He had left them all those years ago, had abandoned them to their father and spent his life lavishly, though he had gruesome work to do under the order of his father. However he left them. Left them at such a raw age to fend for themselves.And now he was coming back, for what? Fill in the spaces he missed in their lives? Or ease the guilt in his heart for being such a bad brother?After what Agatha told him, he knew the answer. He was doing it for himself all over again. He was being selfish all over again.And then, he was differentiating between them. Agatha had not really shown if she was hurt, but Xander knew that she realized he didn't really treat her and Soralina equally. He wanted to get close to them both; at the same time he only trusted one. And that one wasn't Agatha. Why? Because he was scared of her.Taken

Agatha's eyes fluttered open, feeling hazy and heavy at the same time. She tried to sit up, attempting to move her hands, only to realize she was stuck.What the hell? Why can't I move?Oh right. Something flipped my car over. Or someone.Great. With shaky breaths that actually burnt her lungs, Agatha tried to look around only to find she was trapped in her own car which was now a mess.Shards of glass remained scattered around, blood dripping from various wounds in her body. Agatha hissed as the sharp edge of a glass cut through her already opened skin, making her eyes go shut.In the background, she cold hear a distant voice screaming her name, someone that sounded like Romeo. She looked around, looking for her phone before she spied it in the back seat, where she couldn't even reach."Ugh!" Agatha groaned as she tried to reach her phone, but failed miserably.What the fuck is going on?Who had been following me? Was it one of father's enemies again?Ugh. This is so

Thunder rumbled from outside, casting eerie glows in the dim lit manor which was bathed in an ugly silence. The servants lingered in the corners, scared of what will happen to them in this suffocating day, and how many of them will make it out alive.The silence was just too much, too much to bear at the same time the occasional pounding of the rain from outside was disturbing the quiet.Another thunder, and this time most of the servants did flinch, scattering away to the lower level kitchen to find comfort there.Lucian watched all this from the top of the stairs, dressed in his best black suit before he released a long sigh, looking down at his feet. Then he nodded to himself before walking towards a certain door. Lucian knocked softly, but no reply came. Taking matters into his own hands Lucian slowly pushed the door to a creek, letting his head inside."Lina?" He asked, surprised how his voice echoed inside the once blooming room.When no reply came, Lucian stepped inside, shut