"Father used to beat mother and I sat in the corner of the dark room, hearing those loud cries, feeling scared. I wanted to take my mother away. So, I.. joined the underworld at the age of 17.” Pausing, I glanced at her. “But, a year after it, my father died and we began to face money problems, to escape our desperation for money, I.. I involved myself more in it and for the sake of money, I did illegal things too and we moved to New York but..”  Please don’t hate me. Please don’t hate me. “When I found out that you guys also came, I was so surprised, I thought that I left you behind and we can never meet again as you can live a normal life again, without even knowing about my existence but I was wrong.” Gulping hard, I mentally prepared myself for it.

6 Months Later:- I walked down the stairs looking for Aletha and Christopher and saw them playing with their father. Aletha has learned to crawl but Christopher grew a tooth!  She looked so cute when she crawled and he looked so adorable when he laughed. God, I love them so much!I just can't explain my happiness. They are my reason to live, all three of them.  My light, my love, my heartbeat, my life. I saw them as a smile crept upon my lips when I saw Christian playing with them. He shot his head up and smiled, "Good Morning, Love."  I smiled back as I yawned and sat beside him holding Aletha and kissing her forehead. "How did you sleep?" he asked. I put her down and then picked C

 I went after him and called him, "Christian!" He stopped in his tracks and turned to me, he raised an eyebrow at me and hummed. He acts as if her death is meaningless, even in revenge. He seemed completely normal, not a single shred of remorse or happiness that he completed his goal."Don't you feel anything?" I asked hoping he'll show a single emotion but to no avail. I don't know what I am thinking is right or wrong but I definitely can't be happy over someone's death even if that person is that Bastard's daughter. A human life is precious and you can't bear any grudges to the dead. We both have to understand this."Tell me what you feel first." Christian said, turning to me. I gave him a sad

"Oh, Come on, Tell me." I whined for I don't know what time but Christian kept smirking, irking me more. I pouted and closed my arms at my chest in annoyance because of his lack of response. I just woke up this morning, from the sweet sleep at night. Note the sarcasm. And when I was about to receive a lull, he came up with Mine, Christopher and Aletha bags saying we are going somewhere special and when I asked what about him, he just said that he has some errands and we are going somewhere.  I never took care of one child and now I have two of them, so it's very difficult, but I am grateful that I have Christian and helpers of the house with me. But, at night, all of them are oblivious of the fact that we have kids at home. When one sleeps the other cries, leaving me with no time to have for myself and bestowed wit

Once again, I am at my mother's place with no signs of Christian. Now where did he go this time? I sighed deeply and looked at Roger and Juliette playing with the kids and were so engrossed in it.  Mother then came, she smiled and sat down. I thought it would be awkward for them to meet after all these years but it seems like everyone is on good terms now. They are quite friendly, I didn’t expect it. "By the way Sophie, Why are you so stressed?" Juliette asked tickling Aletha and earned a giggle from her and grinning. "Once again, Where is Christian?" I said putting my palm on my chin. Well, the advantage of coming here is that Mother takes care of the kid and I can finally have a peaceful sleep but it never lasts long as their hunger takes over. "Oh, Look, It s