ANGEL'S POV
"Angel, where did you sneak off to late last night?"
Mother came rushing toward me, her face full of worry.
"Maa, slow down!"
"I just went out for a walk. Why aren't you asleep? You need good rest, yaar."
I pulled her into a hug and gently made her sit on the nearby couch.
'To my family, I am a sweet angel.
To the world, I am a demon.'
"How can I sleep? You reckless girl — you only know how to make me worry!"
She pressed her hand against her forehead, exasperated.
I chuckled at her adorable frustration.
Dad watched the scene unfold, smiling at his wife's reaction.
"Hey Dad, take your wife and make her sleep before she drives me crazy," I teased.
Dad chuckled, "Come on, babe. Our daughter is tired. Let her freshen up and sleep."
Mom glanced at him but finally relented.
"Fine, but eat your food before you sleep. You're so skinny!"
"Aree Maa, main khaaunga, tum chalo,"
(Yo Mom, you go and sleep, I'll eat later.)
I replied in her mother tongue — she's Indian, and my father is Spanish.
I made my way to my room, only to find my cousin brother standing outside the door.
I locked eyes with him.
"¿Sabes que estás haciendo que la tía se preocupe tanto?"
(You know you're making aunty worry so much.)
I sighed deeply. "I know... but how can I sit and watch those assholes living freely?"
He fell silent, then turned and walked away toward his room downstairs.
I stepped inside my room, slipped off my jacket, and tossed it into the washing machine — the scent of blood clinging to it was unmistakable.
I retrieved the gun from my pocket and locked it safely in my drawer.
Grabbing my pajamas, I headed to the bathroom.
I turned on the shower, feeling the cool water cascade over my skin, washing away the remnants of the night.
After a long, cold shower, I stepped out.
I let my long hair down, the strands falling in waves past my waist.
Throwing on an oversized T-shirt and shorts, I collapsed onto my bed.
I stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought.
Turning to my side, I noticed something on my pillow — a black rose.
At first, I admired its rare beauty — then reality hit me.
"WTF!!"
I screamed instinctively, immediately clapping my hand over my mouth.
I quickly reminded myself — my room was completely soundproof.
Thank God.
"Where the hell did this come from?"
Without wasting a second, I rushed to my office, grabbed my laptop, and checked the CCTV footage.
No one had entered my room.
I clenched my jaw tightly and returned to my room.
Picking up the flower, I examined it closely.
A black rose.
Extremely rare — seen only in India, in the Royal Mansion of the Rao Family.
The Royal Family of India.
The most powerful business family in the world — second only to ours.
"How in the world did this get here?"
I placed the black rose carefully on my desk, my mind spiraling into a thousand questions.
Eventually, exhaustion claimed me.
I drifted into sleep, my mind still haunted by the mystery.
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