SHE WAS LEFT ON THE floor. What a s**t. She just don't know who I am. Yes, I am a murderer, but she included my parents for my devilish. Mom and Dad did not raise me in this manner. I just ad a f*cking transformation for some f*****g reasons.
She even referred to me as a drug lord and an addict, something I had never done in my life. She didn't have the broad intellect to understand everything. Too judgmental. I'm not certain if I'll appreciate her attitude. She also didn't want to spend her life with me. Although I also don't want to, I am forced to. I require a woman to pose as my wife.
Ivo appears. I ignored him and just walked straight to the door. "Where are you going?" I didn't answer him. I know that he's following me. I stopped for a while and face him.
"Stay here."
"Where are
