Director
Radmir Abdulabekov was released from prison, no matter how hard I had tried to keep him there.
The fucking asshole had a lucky star or something else attached to him.
Crying out in anger, I pushed away the laptop, lamps, and notebooks from my office table as I stood up, my rage too overwhelming to ignore as my mind hectically searched for a solution to this situation.
Finally calming myself down, a soft smile marked my face as I raised the framed photo of Vivian Jordan and traced her beauty with my fingers.
She’d be mine, but I wouldn’t hurt her for anything. Even killing Radmir was never part of the plan, because she loved the man. I could have been mad about it; after all, we belonged together, and she shouldn’t dream or cry over another man. But her illusion of loving him kept her away from other men, and it worked for me.
Subconsciously she was saving herself for me; she just hadn’t met me back then to understand our connection.
He got in the way.
I was ready to be generous toward anyone, but it looked like they had left me no choice.
Everyone who stood between Vivian and me would have to die.
Even her kid represented the past she had shared without me, and it wouldn’t do. Kids were innocent, but she didn’t listen to me when I tried to convince her to give him up all those years ago. The only choice they had left me with was cruelty.
The game had officially begun.
May the strongest one win.
Texas
July 2011
Vivian
Passport, tickets, and booking documents, check.
Luggage, laptop, camera, and smartphone, check.
Scarf, water, cereal bar, and gum, check.
If someone told me just a few days ago that I would pack a bag and leave all this behind, I would have laughed in their faces.
Vivian Jackson wasn’t capable of such things, such spontaneous and reckless things.
Vivian was the perfect daughter, the kind of child all parents dreamed about.
Harvard graduate summa-cum-laude that she earned from a scholarship and hard work. Perfect manners, charity work, always polite and kind. Always put her family first and never partied wild. No bad rumors, reputation, or pranks. Loved by teachers, and she had only a few close friends.
There was no time forfunwith all those responsibilities, but Vivian never once complained about that. She was happy her family needed her, even though some friends didn't understand it was her life. Maybe that was why they all faded away within time.
Like I said, Vivian was perfect, and gazing at her reflection in the mirror, I never hated her more.
I was tired of being the perfect Vivian who everyone adored and used.
I had no life.
Nothing to care about, nothing to be proud of.
Waiting for that right guy to come along, and guess what? He never did, and I hated that imaginary guy as well. Resented him even.
I thought my useless existence would be at least worth some epic love story, but no such thing.
