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   Eva Alba.

   Was this a joke? Had someone up there decided to open my cupboard and release all the skeletons I had? Can someone tell me why the heck my step sister and the fucking apple of my Father's eye is here standing on my porch. Wasn't I a disgrace to the family? Hadn't Santiago made it clear that he never wanted the result of his horrible night stand walking on the soil of his land? Wasn't he clear that he wanted no contact with me neither would he want his loved ones? Why the heck was his most wanted and cherished daughter here?

     Unfortunately, I was a result of a mistake of a night stand my Father had with my late mother, Camille Smith. He was forced to marry her since she bore his child and it wasn't nice to have an illegitimate child when he was on the verge of breakthrough as a business man but most important, the probability that is was a son was what still kept him together in the marriage.

     But how wrong he was when I turned out to be a girl. At first, he has latched out in anger for half a year but he later got himself together and took care of I and my mother. Our family was beginning to bloom with love not until my mother was struck with ovarian cancer and immediately, my Father ran into the hands of his long awaiting mistress, Suzanne.

    I lost my mother when I was six but I knew i lost my Father when I was born. My mother battled with her sickness for a whole year but she couldn't take it anymore. I could remember those nights she'd cry into the night and beg death to take her away but take care of me.

    Alas, Death heard her and on the eve of my birthday, she was gone. Laying down peacefully, clad in her wedding dress on her matrimonial bed -the one my Father flew from. It was like she knew she was going. Like she knew she'd not last anymore.

     A month after my mother was laid, little baby Eva was crawling over my world.

    Regardless, Santiago ensured had money at my beck and call. He ensured I went to school but never cared about my grades. Never showed up for any parent linked event my school hosted.

   At one time, I was expelled from school for hitting a boy with the cafeteria's tray for attempting to grope me. Turned out I hadn't hit just a boy but the chancellor's son. My Father didn't even show up at the chancellor's office but rather put a call through to let him know that I'd be transferred.

    And I wasn't just transferred. I was transferred to be schooled under my Father although not personally.

   It was then I realized how dirty handed my father was. I realized the true insight of my Father's work. My father was a thief. A gem thief. He had assigned his best soldier, Juan to teach me on how to work.

    At sixteen, I had gone for my first heist against my Father's plans but had stolen my first gem. A Carolina emperor emerald. A 316-carat emerald.

    Of course, my father would have lashed at me but when he realized the amount of fortune I could bring, he decided to employ me as he right hand woman.

    Together we planned heists together, we stole together and for those years, I felt on top of the world with the love my father showed. I could have turned around and lived a reasonable and smooth life but how could I when I had gotten all I ever wanted? I had grown to love the heists, the thrill, the adrenaline.

     It felt like I was programmed only for just the gems. I would do anything just for them and with my killer looks, I usually had them handed on a silver platter. I had slept with a lot of clients to get it.

   But on this unfortunate gala night, everything all changed when I came across him. Clad in the best velvet blue tuxedo coat and black trouser. His jet black hair slicked with gel, housing a swivel curve. What had attracted me towards this young man that stood at a corner, his eyes closed as he hummed peacefully to the band as he swirled the white wine in its flute was his aura.

    He had this dark and dangerous but intriguing aura that felt like it was calling for me. He wasn't part of the heist for sure. He wasn't a target but I had met him anyway and when he opened his eyes.

   Heck!
When he had opened his eyes, all hell let loose at the junction between my legs. Those deep green emerald eyes where sure to torment me for the rest of my life.

   I never believed in love at first sight but I could tell you that I was his to claim for the night. And he felt that to. I was so darn sure he did because the way those eyes darkened, I knew I would die if I didn't get him between my legs.

    And I did get him for the night and I'd be damned if I didn't tell you that I loved every single part of that night and the next morning when we had hot and hard sex in the shower… and office… and kitchen… and in the jacuzzi. I loved the way I felt so full and complete when ever he'd thrust into me and I wanted it for the rest of my life.

   And I did get it- or I thought so. But I'm sure you remember that the same teeth a lion uses to pick up its cute is the same teeth it uses to tear down preys.

   Because my own father, blood turned back against me and dug his goddamned foot right into my ass crack to my brain.

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