Ingrid's POV
I planned everything. Now that I recall everything, I will do anything to make my dad suffer. He needs to feel the fear and sufferings that Mom had because of him.
I want him to feel the pain that he inflicted on other people. My dad needs to know that toying with someone's life was the biggest mistake he ever made in his life!
"A two people who marry each other was owned by them. As soon as you marry me, everything that is all about me is your concern. I can only listen to you. You're already married once. You know the rules," I coldly remarked.
I saw how Isaac's expression turned dark as if he's ready to devour me and kill me completely. I look at my palm and see the blood coming out of my palm. I scoff again.
"These hands were already stained with blood. I am ready to pay for my crimes when I die. All I need now is to stop James Alberto from ruining other people's lives. I will let him feel the pain of losing everything he holds dear."
I raised my head and stood up. I walk closer to him and stand in front of him. "You can use me however you want. I need your name and protection until you're ready enough to win a mafia war against him and his allies."
He raises his head and meets my eyes. "Isn't this funny? The daughter of the man who steals everything from me wants to be my ally? What kind of trick is this, huh?!"
"I already told you. I'm not joking. Be my husband. You can fuck me anywhere you want. You can send me to battles and kill your enemies anytime. All I need from you is to help me out," I repeated. To trigger him, I have no choice but to use that card. I know he'll agree with me.
"You want to destroy the man that killed your wife and newborn baby, right? Then use his daughter that he trained to be the best weapon he can ever use," I added.
His eyes became darker. The pain, anger, hatred, sadness, loneliness, and emptiness were written in those beautiful emerald eyes. He stood up and looked down on me.
He's taller than me. I'm already 177 centimeters. I guess he might be 183-185 centimeters. He held my chin and lifted it up. I can feel his soft fingers brushing my lip. I gulp.
"You're not bad. That boldness and predator eyes… you just prove that you're a weapon," he growls using that raspy and baritone voice of his.
I didn't look away and kept on looking at him. I didn't move an inch as he slowly leaned closer. I know it's his way to test me. He wants to know if I'm even serious about my proposal.
I am serious, and I'll prove that. In order to achieve my goal, I need Isaac Midnight. The only mafia boss who has the guts to stop my father's evil deeds.
It's time for him to pay for his crimes. He destroyed my mother's life, and now he's doing the same for me. I close my eyes, but both of my palms have turned to fists. A laugh is what I heard instead.
The next day, I showed myself in the mansion. I was ready to face my dad's wrath. I'll leave this fucking place and start destroying the castle he builds for himself.
It's my way to teach him a lesson and hope that he'll face the consequences of his sins. This is the only way I can save the innocents that he will victimize.
My way to save him from the world he created. I was in my room taking my important papers and the box that holds my mother's belongings.
I was walking on the stairs and wasn't surprised when Dad was waiting for me. "What is the fucking meaning of this, Ingrid?!" he roars thunderously.
I continued to walk down and stood in front of him. I look at the tablet he's holding. I smirk. "So my husband had released a statement. Well, what you see and read is what you get, Father," I assert. He grabs my neck. James Alberto's eyes were flaming because of anger. I cough.
I grab his wrist and strongly take it off my neck. I pushed him and showed my father how much I hated him.
"You really think I will forget everything for the rest of my life, huh?! Well, fate jokes on you, James Alberto. I fucking remember everything now! You killed my mommy!"
He turned pale when he heard what I just said. I take a step closer and show him how much I want to kill him.
"I will make your life miserable, Father. You will realize how it hurts to get bitten by the person you trained to be a monster. You can no longer control me," I remarked.
I raised my palm and showed him my wedding ring. "Isaac Midnight is not my one and only guardian. It's time for you to know what karma really is. I will make you realize how terrible life was," I stated.
He was about to grab my arms this time when I twisted his wrist. He groans. I pushed him away.
"You better change before I embed the poisonous fangs that you created. It's either you leave in the maximum-security prison or, better yet, die. Maybe your sufferings will be easier for you."
He grabbed one of his men's guns and pointed it at me. I scoff. I wasn't surprised. I still freaking remember those ruthless eyes he had when he shot Mom's head three times.
Her blood sprayed on my face and his, too. That was scary and traumatic for a ten-year-old girl. That's why I passed out, and when I woke up, I couldn't remember what happened that time.
"You really think I can't kill you just like your mom? I don't care even if you're my child. If you will only leave to ruin my life, killing you means nothing!" he roars.
He pulls the sear. If I die here today, I'll be released from that nightmare. I will pay for my crimes on the other side. I take a step closer until the muzzle kisses my forehead.
"Then shoot me," I assert.
I won't budge in or show any fear. My dad doesn't deserve that. We heard cars that arrived in front of the house. "Check that, Castro!" Dad roars.
The next thing we heard was gunshots outside. I have a good feeling about this. James Alberto didn't realize that his nightmare had started!