I am Alicia Carter or should I address myself as Alicia Anderson.

Definitely not.

Well, that b*stard of a father abandoned my mom and sent us to Country C. It happened when I was 11.

My parents both lived happily and I was also happy too. But all of a sudden, a woman came to our house and dad started abusing mom even in front of me.

One day, I overheard dad and the woman speaking

" John, you need to get that woman and her child out of this house. She is just making my day hectic. You know very well that I love you and I am bearing your child", I heard a female voice and I knew it was that woman.

" Claire, I am very aware of what is happening. It is not very easy to get Alice and Alicia out of this house and you also know very well that I love you", dad said to coax the woman he called Claire

'Claire, Ah what a disgusting name', I thought.

Even though I was 11, I understood everything since I was reading novels at the library

even though I wasn't supposed to

.

Where there would be a 'third party' in a relationship. I never understood that phrase till now. Well, I was considered as a bad girl to be reading romance novels at this age but I loved it when mafia gangs and stuff like that were mentioned in it.

Now, my mom and I were sent away by the woman named Claire when dad was not at home.

" Get out of John's life and never come back", Su said.

"Mom, what is happening", I feigned ignorance.

Mom gave me a bitter smile concealing her tears and said," Nothing dear, dad wants us to go live somewhere for some time as he is dealing with some business matters"

' Even with this, Mom still defended dad, no he does not qualify to be my father. Huh. Whatever love is!', I thought.

I vowed that day never to trust a man let alone love him.

I would be ruthless and play with their hearts to get what I want but never give mine to them.

This vengeance in me burned and consumed me completely, before I could realize, I was apart of a mess called the underworld.

How I got involved in it is a story for another day.

Just when I thought things would take a turn for the better after I finally brought myself to love someone, betrayal slapped me hard in the face. My best and only friend died and my love left me.

I broke completely and my brain was forced into reset mode, forgetting all the painful moments.

My goal to make John Anderson regret his actions was back on track.

All I know is I'm back to take what's mine by any means and at all costs.

I didn't just want my belongings. I wanted them to feel the helplessness and hopelessness I felt for an entire decade. Even with people around me, it still didn't change a thing.

Now my deliberate grand scheme is fully manifesting, to make them suffer.

But I gained an extra duty, finding the bastard father of my foster daughter. And more, along the way.

But there was one, a single one task that forced me to reconsider my goals and take a new chance at life.

Should I or should I not?