Chapter 371 Bad Dream


    In my mind, there are only two things that can make a person act out without a proper reason: love for someone or hatred toward something. Otherwise, every action we take is nothing but for our own benefit. That''s exactly what happened after I saw the dead bodies of my parents lying in front of me. Everything that followed after that moment was a blur. Somehow, the police arrived. I was taken into another room—I didn''t resist. I didn''t want to be there. I kept hoping it was nothing but a bad dream, just a nightmare. But reality hit me like a p across the face—it wasn''t a dream. It was real. My reality. I cried. After that, not often, but in those first days, all I did was cry. Tears would run dry, and I''d stop for a while, only to start crying again. They said my father—who was a journalist—had somehow uncovered the illegal activities of a mafia boss named Glenn Gunner. That cost me my parents. In those moments, no one could console me. Not Jasmine, not her parents, not anyone. Nothing worked. Something inside me broke. I couldn''t put my finger on it, but it felt like I was growing irr


    This is the end of Part One. Upgrade Premium to read full content:


    Upgrade Now


    </a>