Owned By The Ruthless Mafia - A burning passion for her

Despair hung in the air as the family of the Anderson's mourned the deceased, who would have thought Mr and Mrs Anderson would cease to exist no more?

Heartfelt condolences were being passed to the family of the deceased, the huge mansion felt cranky as the moodiness dragged on.

Amidst all this, Britney would have felt better if her father had been considerate of her feeling right from her childhood, because she barely even feel the word called heartache .

Was this considered inhuman of her? Why does it feel like they wasn't any difference to when he was still breathing, she knew the answer to that.

Her dear mum died when she was still a lass, but what had her father done in this case?

Her father left her to pick the pieces of not having the both parents at a tender age, she was casted aside and left to struggle to survive.

What offense did she even commit to be treated so unjustly? Her father abandoned her into the cold hands of fate to stay alive.

She didn't even know what it feels like having a parents anymore, was she to be blamed? How could a responsible father abandoned his little girl child to cater for his own baggage of emotional distress.

This has lead to the collapse of my childhood fantasy of having loved ones, I couldn't even think straight but I knew what I had to cope with at that tender age.

I left my hollow hearts to feast away afterall I wasn't hoping for the impossible anymore, but this wasn't easy as a growing and starved loved young girl.

I craved so hard for my father's attention but got nothing in return, I had to face it fair and square.

This wasn't something I had signed up for, I didn't see it coming in my widest imagination but here it was on a platter of gold.

Then I braced myself to withstand all the animosity that came with being with my father. I was really adapting because I rarely even see my father at home.

My grandfather was the one who looked out most for my welfare, I love grandpa alot and mostly in his company, he was the one who held my fragile hands and said to follow his lead.

Was it going to be easy? It's wasn't, but he taught me impossibility is fiction, I didn't need to yield but to overcome, I was to fight, live and survive all together.

I looked up at the crowdy living room where servants flock around to see to the house, I stood blankly when my eyes went towards the pictures of my father and my stepmom.

Looking at this, I remember how gullible I was growing up, my father had abandoned me to the cruel hands of fate and I was able to scale through by the love and attention of my grandpa.

But then, my father's attention diverted to me at some point and I was so overwhelmed, my father in his fifties was an established man running his own fortunes.

We were doing fine and my grandpa made sure I wasn't lacking anything as well, but then my father became caring again all of a sudden, I knew this was something I never anticipated.

He constantly stay around to keep me company but that includes getting me stuffs I didn't know he always pay attention to that i liked.

Looking at it, a stray tears? was I really sad? Why the flowing down of tears on my face? My father had cared in his own way but I didn't really thought of it.

But that realization didn't get to stay for long when my dad brought in my stepmom who had bore him a male child older than me.

Why was my step brother older than I was , this was my first time setting my eyes on my stepmom who looked quit savage in the eyes.

I could remember the look of disdain she had passed on me on our first meeting, you know first impression matters alot.

I knew then and there, my father had brought havoc into our home, I mean what else would I call that? Her son was older than I was , what do we need to explain that?

He claimed my mother's death broke him alot, who would have thought that he was capable of such cruel acts ? I wasn't his first child nor was my mother the one to do that for him.

I had to endure the woman even when she became a legal part of the Anderson's. Cause my father's attention initially became focused on her and her son.

This was even more worser than the initial state I was in, I could still cope with his nonchalant way of treating me knowing he was just sad .

That wasn't the case here, I had to witness all his attention and love going to my stepmom and her son.

Her son had all I could ever wish for showered on him, he was the oldest and he gets all the attention too.

I had my grandpa to lift my spirit but for how long would that be able to comfort me? I needed my father the most but he wasn't there for me .

He is dead and I still wonder if it so real or we were being dramatic, I didn't know what to do , I was torn within but I knew I missed him.

My mom left and now my father also left after, not to talk of my stepmom who had it follow as well.

I finally felt the long emotion I had buried in, and had to let it loose. The tears flew down seemlessly and I had no energy to guide them.

I really missed my parents , I was now an orphan who needed to deal with this new pieces of my life fragments.

I had no other option but to remain brave, my childhood till now had taught me to, I can't forget. I struggled even when it seems I was tired.

Do I get tired? Of course, do I give up? That word had no space whatsoever around me. I knew what I had to do even when it proving stubborn to combat.

THEOPHILUS POV

I knew I was suppose to stay firm when my parents just died but I am finding it hard to, I was the apple of their eyes and I had no difficulties whatsoever on my path while they were alive.

I am finding it so hard to let go of their beautiful memories I have come to love, I can see the clear images but it seems that there were fading away as well as my parents who had seized to live .

I rarely even have time to go around working my body off cause I was free to hang around, afterall my father was the provider and he was happy to cater for me.

I don't really know much about my father's business but someone had to run it anyways, I knew I couldn't escape that , I needed to prepare ahead.

But where would I start from? I needed to suit my hollow hearts, I can feel it in my bones how much this was getting to me and how I was letting it to.

I stormed out of the house to the my favorite hangout place, I had my fill of the night, this was something I needed at the moment.

I knew by tomorrow I needed a way out but for today I would need to suit my pains and despair.

I was currently mourning my deceased parents but I was also lost in-between. That my stepsister, Britney, has jinx us in our family.

Her mother had died when she was so young, they is a probability she played a role in their death as well.

Britney was also jealous and kept malice with how well our parents pay attention to me. I was the male child of our family and I was to be the head of the family whether she liked it or not, so it wasn't unjust for our parents to focus on me especially.

I have seen how vicious she has been whenever I was granted what I wanted, she would constantly grumble on the things she thought she also wanted and how she would want to also have it.

My mom has told me of how vicious Britney was ,she had a caused the death of her own mother and now it didn't come as a surprise hat she also caused our parents death.

Britney would definitely be happy of how we have got no parents, afterall they weren't paying attention to her when they were alive.

I knew for certain she had a hand in their death, I drank my glass of alcohol and my eyes turned red when the image of my mom flash in my memory.

I wouldn't get to see my beloved parents again, I had to take up the role of the family head and also sustain our family.

My mother had told me of how our grandpa cherish Britney because of all the cooked up lies she fed the old man.

I knew within me the old man was mourning his deceased son who happened to be our father. I have never really had a bond with the old man.

We rarely see that much but we still talk when we do, but my grandpa was biased when faced with Britney.

My mum told me alot about our family, my mother had to give birth to me and didnt get the deserved treatment from my father when she did.

The truth was that my father loved Britney 's mother more , he would do anything to make sure she was ok and satisfied.

This was something my own mother was vouching for , but they had no plans to get married because mother was insisting on my father to marry her instead.

Britney' s mum found out but instead of her to back away , she went on with it , but Britney's mum identity was still mysterious.

She came from a wealthy background but had a fallen out with them according to my mum, I wasn't really listening but picked up few of her words

I am not going to give Britney the way out, she had tested my patience alot of time and I knew this was the height of it.

My mum had to endure hardship due to her own mother coming in-between them, even when they decide to be together, Britney had to be the separating force.

Britney was going to pay for all what I and my parents had to go through, I would make sure she gets the same dose of her medicine.

Her days in that house would be difficult and less easy for her, I would break and remodel her to my brand.

I knew I had to go home when i couldn't go for my last round of the drink for the day, I called my driver and he came to assist me to the car.

I got in and I could feel my head banging, my driver drive off to our mansion and I closed my eyes to rest it out.

I didn't know what was happening but I slept off while on the journey home ,I guess I was too tired to even keep awake till we get home.

My sound breath was a signal of the calm before a storm. I knew I couldn't fight my sleeping state but I wanted to lash out on Britney when I get home, but there was plenty of time to do so anyways.

I had to consider alot of factors before I decide the most benefiting one for her, after all, she still had grandpa as her supporter.

I needed to strategize really effectively to get Britney at the tip of my hands.