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Clouded By Revenge

Chimamanda_Eleanya
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Chapter 1 - introduction

In a quiet dimly lit street at around 2:00 a.m. rows of black sedan cars parked and a magnificent mansion came into view. The mansion was very beautiful and it sparkled with lights under the dark sky. A young girl dressed in all black got out of the car with a gun in her hand, from the lights illuminating from the nightlight one could see how beautiful but dreadful she was.She walked gracefully to the main door with over six men dressed in black suits escorting her. When she reached the door, all the maids bowed at her while greeting "welcome young miss!" in unison.

"there's no need for all these formalities, now get back to your assigned duty post" she replied coldly, the fierceness of her voice sent chills down the maids spines. And with that, she entered the mansion and went straight up to her room using the elevator. Upon reaching her bedroom, she lay down on her king sized bed and looked up to the ceiling. After sorting out her thoughts, she went to the bathroom to have a cold bath. And after her shower, she wore her pajamas and went to bed...

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"noo!!! Brother !!"

After sleeping late last night, camila Williams jolted up on the king size the bed, sweating profusely, her breathing ragged, only to realize once again that it was just a dream, but one won't call it a dream rather "a nightmare". She's been having the same nightmare every single night for the last 6 years, ever since her elder brother, Frank, was murdered in Cold blood right in front of her eyes. Frank was her only family left but he too was taken away from her.

When camila steadied her breathing, she looked around her large bedroom which had lighted up by the bright rays of the early morning sun which radiated through the glass windows into a large bedroom. She's steadily got up from bed and started preparing herself to go to the symmetry, today was making it six years since her family died. She wore a black long sleeved turtle neck top over a black leather trouser and arranged her necklength jet black hair. She then examined herself in the huge dressing mirror hanged on the wall, and after feeling satisfied with her look, she went out of her room, walked down the hallway and entered the elevator.