I woke up alone tied to a wooden chair, hands cuffed to the back in the middle of darkness, probably a basement. It was complete darkness nothing liked the basements I had been to before. I lost my sense of sight unable to see anything at all. I could hear little drops of water dripping on the ground from the corner of the room creating a rather creepy scenery.

The smell of rusty metal and nasty smell of rotten unknown things filled my nostrils with such force that I almost wanted to puke my guts out.

I tried to feel any sort of pain on my body but felt nothing. He didn't hurt me, yet.

Everything dawned on me through that last kiss we shared. The distance he put between us in the last five days. He acted out, coming home drunk and hurt because he was in pain. He had found out about my dirty secret.

The same secret I was too selfish to tell him myself that he had to find out by himself.

He knew I was my father's daughter. The girl who came to murder his family and lied her way straight into their lives.

" You're awake. " the man I was dreading to meet was here and I could feel my heart beat uncontrollably.

I heard a flicking sound and then the light was on.

There he was, standing in a simple navy blue polo shirt and his usual black slacks. He stood a few feet away in front of me with a blank expression on his face. I was expecting anger, rage, anything from him but not this.

Not the blank expressionless face while he stared at me with no emotions in his eyes.

" Where am I? "

" Probably one of your family's heritage. The same basement your bloodline, Dmitri Petrov took his last breath. And, here you are sitting on the same chair a decade later with the same reason of messing with the wrong family. "

" Isn't this irony, Ms Anastasia Rayne Petrova? " he chuckled humorlessly crossing his arms over his chest.

Was I going to suffer the same fate? Or perhaps even worse, a punishment worse than the cruelest fate.

His eyes were cold and lifeless as he stared at me. The loves and the affections he felt for me before was far gone as our final night together ended.

I didn't blame him.

" How did I get here? " I asked looking down at the ground unable to look at him in the eyes.

" Drugged your drinks. You fainted. I dragged you here. " he cocked an eyebrow at me while shrugging his shoulders casually.

He strode toward me leaning down so close that I could feel his hot breath fanning my cheeks. I felt my skin crawled my inside burned in fire as he harshly grabbed my jaw making me stared straight into his eyes.

The dancing storm behind his grey orbs that I loved so much was gone. All I saw was a dark angry storm fighting against a huge ocean in the depth of the night and it was drowning me whole into the deepest end. I could see the pain reflecting behind those eyes as he tried to hide it.

He was broken and I was breaking with him.

" Your family tried to ruin mine again and again. Tell me what did you and your father plan? Make me fall in love with you like a fool I was and then slowly kill us all? " he snapped pushing my face out of his grip.

" My love for you was never a lie. I never planned to fall in love with you. " I said under my breath.

" You did not love me. So, don't fucking say that to my face ever again. " he barked making me flinched in my seat as silent tears fell down my cheeks.

" You just loved the fact that I was there for you. My family showed you what you always wanted from your pathetic excuse of a father but never get. You loved the attention I gave you, the way I was going insane because of you. "

" I made you so fucking special. I gave you every pieces of my heart that I turned blind eyes on every careless clues you left behind. I trusted you so much and let you played me like a fool I was. "

" I should have killed the moment I caught you in that bathroom with your knife pressing against my neck. I should have killed after the estate was attacked for the first time in my whole life right after you arrived. I should have killed you. "

" I should be killing you right now. But, fuck me for being a goddamn fool because I love you so fucking much that even the thought of seeing you in the slightest pain break my own heart. "

" Even after what you did here I am handing you my heart with both hands. You fucking broke me like no one ever did and yet I still love you with every broken pieces. "

" Why did you do this to me? To us? Did I ever mean anything to you at all? Was this all a part of yours and your father's grand plan? " he shouted shaking my shoulders liked a mad man.

" And, do you even want to know how I found out all these? " he suddenly grinned raising his eyebrows at me.

" I wanted to murder the man who hurt my woman with my bare hands so I tracked him down and do you know what I found? I found out he is the hiding Russian leader and the best part is you being his heiress. The mafia princess who came to take revenge for her family not some assassin who was hired to do the job. "

" And even with tons of proofs and files, do you know what I did? I beat my own men for lying to me because I fucking trusted you. Turn out you really aren't who I thought you were. You really turned me into a pathetic fool. " he chuckled.

I tried to speak, to defend myself that I was never a part of the plan. I was just a pawn my father used to get his revenge. I wanted nothing to do with all this. But, nothing came out. I was numb and at the same time I was in pain.

His words hurt deeper than a knife. Every words stabbed into my chest breaking into my bones ripping out my heart. It was like I was in my worst nightmare, worse than hell itself. But, I didn't dare utter a word. I knew my pain was nothing compared to his. I broke him.

" If that was your plan, well fucking congratulations to you, Anastasia. Because you fucking killed me. I can barely breath right now. " he continued breaking every broken pieces of my heart.

" You're just like your fucking father and your bastard uncle continuously staining my family with your pathetic existence. " he snapped louder as tears kept falling out of my eyes liked a waterfall.

" He is my father, but I don't know him. Don't say shits you don't know. I'm nothing like him. " I gritted my teeth.

" You're right. You're nothing like your father. You're even more pathetic than he is, running around like his little bitch doing his dirty works just for a bit of daddy's love. I pity you, Anastasia. " he chuckled shaking his head side to side liked it was the most funniest story he ever told.

The pain I was feeling and the guilts creeping up on me suddenly replaced with anger as I listened to his every words mocking my life.

" Don't you dare say another word about my life. You know nothing. A spoiled bastard like you will never understand what it is like to go through what I went through. After all the mighty Nicholas Salvatore got everything handed to him in a fucking golden plate, am I right? You will never know what it is like to beg for something and to want something so much that you're willing to do just about anything to get it and then ended up with nothing. " I spat as tears continued to stream down my face.

" I never wanted to a part of any of these. " I sobbed.

But, this time it wasn't for him. It was for me. For the shits I went through my whole life. For my fucked up existence.

I shouldn't have been born into this world. Nobody would ever love me. I was impossible to love.

" Enough. " he barked taking his gun out of his waist band pointing it straight at me.

I stared at the gun blankly remembering one of the first things he said to me when we first met in the bathroom we escaped to. Always go for the kill. A bullet straight into your skull.

I closed my eyes reliving the memory where everything wasn't so complicated. When my life wasn't tangled up with his.

I wasn't ready to die then but I was now. I had lived thank to him and that was enough for me to die without any regrets.

I waited for the bullet to hit my skull. Dying under the hands of the first man I ever loved after my father was like a blessing at this moment.

I just wanted it all to end. And, if my death meant he would get to live his life again, I would do it again and again over a million time.

I was expecting pain but it never came.

" Leave. And, never come back. Because I will kill you in a heartbeat if I ever see your face again. Tell your father I am coming for him and I won't stop until he's dead. "

When I opened my eyes again, he was gone leaving me to stare at the empty space he was standing in.

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