Bullets and Roses
When I first met Thomas Hilton, he was still a street punk covered in blood.
The only good thing about him was the clumsy sincerity when he tattooed my name on his chest.
Later, when he rose to power, with a wave of his hand, he gave me half of Bronze Bay as a wedding gift.
Everyone in Harborwood knew that I, Jessica Shaw, was more important to him than his own life.
That was until today, when the celebrity Thomas kept finally walked into our house.
With a big belly, she said to me with a smile, "Ms. Shaw, are you going to leave with dignity now, or wait until my son grows up and throws you out of this place?"
I just raised my hand and ordered a subordinate to help her "give birth".
When Thomas saw the pool of blood beneath her, he flew into a rage.
He pressed a knife to my neck and said, "Jessica, you should know when to be satisfied!"
I laughed softly and pressed the muzzle of a gun against his heart.
"You really had a change of heart. Good thing my heart didn't change. My truest self is my ambition."
Bang!
A gunshot rang out.