PROLOGO

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GS2 PROLOGO

“AAAAAAAHHHHH!”

Blood letters were written on my million peso vanity mirror. It says….

[Mr. Ishioka… if you do not care about losing your life. I'm sure you'll be worried about your one-of-a-kind daughter!

—Ardiente Mafia]

This is the first thing I saw when I woke up wearing the red silk pajama I bought in Italy last week...

A threat from my father's enemy. I'm not sure how my Dad acquired such a powerful foe, but I've been receiving threats like these for the past few weeks.

Text messages from various unknown numbers or cards are occasionally written in my car. I didn't take them seriously at first, so I didn't notify my parents, but someone tried to murder me only the day before yesterday. Fortunately, because they hired a foolish sniper, my drop-dead gorgeous body is still breathing; otherwise, I'd be dead by now, and my pretty face and body would be buried six feet deep. This level of perfection would never be seen again...

what a dreadful world would that be?!

“What's the matter honey—” Napatakip sa bibig si Mom nang makita ang nakasulat sa salamin ko. Nakasuot siya ng kulay rosas na seda at may kulay itim na lace design sa bandang neckline.

Agad kong inayos ang mga naka-tikwas kong buhok bago lingunin si Mom.

Sana sa puting pader nalang nila sinulat. Kahit my real gold vein designs ang pader ko mas maigi sanang doon nalang nila sinulat. Mahal ang salamin kong ito. Dalawa lang ang ginawang ganito sa buong mundo at halos makipagpatayan pa 'ko sa auction para lang mapa-saakin ito. Ang isa, ay balita ko pag-aari na ng isang prinsesa sa Europe.

“Are you okay, Charm?” Humahangos na tanong naman ng nakababata kong kapatid na si Craven. Suot niya ang itim na terno niyang pajama. Malamang ay nagising silang dalawa sa sigaw ko. Kapapasok lang nito sa kuwarto ko at agad na lumapit sa tabi ni Mom. Kahit apat na taon ang tanda ko sa kanya ay mas mapagkakamalan siyang mas matanda sa akin dahil sa tangkad niya at matured ng hitsura.

He's just fifteen years old… imagine what puberty would do to him.

“Is it blood?” asked Mom. Her pale face looks, even more, paler due to the kind of horror this message would instilled to anyone who'll read it.

“I don't think so, Mom. It doesn't look like it.” Lumapit ako sa salamin at tangkang hahawakan ang pulang letra nang pigilan ako ni Craven.

“Don't, Charm. It's dangerous. Let's just wait for Dad.” Umiling ako kay Craven.

“I'll just smell it.” Pinahid ko ang hugis kandila kong hintuturo sa pulang letra at inamoy iyon. Gladly, they didn't stain my mirror's gold frame.

“Lipstick lang, Mom…,” I said as my eyes gradually becomes wider.

It as if someone had dumped a bucket of cold water on me, yet my head was still hot from rage.

“WHO THE FUCK APPLIED MY ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS FAVORITE RED LIPSTICK JUST FOR THIS WORTHLESS THREAT?! THAT BASTARD'S AUDACIOUSNESS! I'M GOING TO CHARGE THEM FOR THIS. WHOEVER IT IS!!!

I WOULD KILL THEM!!!

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