The Mafia Hitman And His Lady

Lindsey POV

The older I get, I realize it's best to let someone go, because loving is hard, just like the way I forgot about Miguel, my first crush. I'd certainly forget about Gary, my husband.

I had given up my family and become his housewife just for the sake of love. I never got anything in return.

As long as he was happy, I was willing to die for him. Certainly because I thought he'd be the one to save me from my nightmares.

What I got in return was a divorce claim and his last words:

"Even though you're the last woman on earth, I'd never choose you."

I went back to my home to prove to Gary and his family that I wasn't the pauper I tend to be.

I was the daughter of the most influential family in the city, and I'd make them pay.

However, it breaks me that I sacrificed my precious years for him.

That's why I found myself at a bar, drowning in my misery and getting lost in my thoughts.

"Why's a pretty lady drinking all by herself in a bar?" A voice interrupted, and, feeling so heavy, I raised my eyes to meet him.

It felt like an illusion as this stranger was close to me, but that wasn't the shock. I was literally staring at my first crush, Miguel.

I ignored him, not wanting my heart to melt in his presence. If he was this close years ago, I would have ended up with him.

"It kills burying your problems to yourself," he muttered, and then ordered two bottles of martini, one of which he handed to me.

"Why are you here?" I questioned, staring into his eyes and feeling a bit tipsy.

"Heartbreak," he muses, and I suddenly giggle. Miguel doesn't get heartbroken; he is the opposite. He pressured me to tell him about my worries, and it took a lot of contemplation to open up because he was acting as though we were close or something.

His doleful eyes at me when he gulped that martini got me jinxed. We'd never meet again, and so there was no harm in opening up about my relationship.

When he had seen the burn on my skin, the anger and grief in his eyes felt as though he'd murdered Gary.

However, I tried hard to bury that old feeling because I don't trust men anymore.

"That fool doesn't deserve you," he mutters, and I roll my eyes, not quite interested in what he was saying.

"Hey, do you want me to kill him for you?" he added, and I only chuckled, but his gaze was seriously on me.

"I'm waiting for your response... Lindsey, anything you want me to do, I'd do it."

Shit! He knows my name. Miguel was always someone who was hard to see in person and barely noticed me back then.

I was lost in his gaze, and I can't really recall what happened last night except the memory of us kissing.

I just hope it ends there. Right now, I'm standing at my family's mansion. It's been five years, and I was here to become the heiress of the family business. With that power, I can make my enemies weep.

It's been five years away from home, and my return will cause some problems.

I slowly raised my gaze and found my father on the balcony, his eyes peering at me.

"The prodigal daughter returns," his voice mutters, and I scoffed unbelievably.

His intense gaze sent a cold running down my spine.

He was a tough man who never saw through my pains all the years I'd spent in this house.

"Welcome back, Lindsey," one of the maids whispered, distracting me from my father, and I lowered my gaze at her.

My heart felt weak as the servants welcomed me warmly, but I wore no smile. I ignored them and walked inside.

Not everyone wanted me back. My competitive stepbrothers, but no one terrifies me as much as Damian, the second child, who is my nightmare.

I walked through the hallway, scrutinizing every path I took until I got to my designated room.

This house had so many tragic memories attached to it, and even if it were a beautiful palace, in my heart, it will always remain the devil's lair.