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? The Devil Within - Digital Daggers ?

I’ve been called crazy more times than I can count.

I like to think I’m poetic.

Passionate.

Maybe a little twisted, and a whole lot spoiled.

I have daddy to thank for that. He spoiled me rotten, like he did all his girls.

His women.

My mum included.

He loved me best, though, I know he did. Loved me more than most daddies love their daughters.

Even at my youngest age, I knew it was wrong; we both did, but we couldn’t stop.

Until one day, when my first crush came into my life. Daddy didn’t like it one bit. He didn’t like him, didn’t try to get to know him. He wanted to keep me for him is what he’d said.

I tried to sway him.

Tried to explain he would always be my daddy and I’d always love.

But he didn’t listen, wouldn’t hear me out.

So I killed him.

Killed mum, too, when she finally figured out our dirty little secret and tried throwing the blame at my feet.

To the world, it looked like a heart-wrenching homicide, a sordid tale of how a young girl killed her father in self-defense after he killed her mother.

And that’s how I left it.

I never told anyone the truth—not even Rome.

Promised myself I’d take that to the grave.

I mean, why would I ever come clean when all it had done was help me get by in life? Help me rise to the top.

Everyone who knew my story saw me as poor little Liza the orphan, the orphan who deserved the world for being so brave, for persevering despite the awful hand life had dealt her.

I had everything handed to me on a silver-fucking-platter, had everyone eating out of the palm of my hand—the boys especially.

Roman.

Vic.

Leo.

Every last one of them.

They were my puppets, and I was their master.

I wanted them all, wanted to love them all, wanted to play with them all, just like my daddy used to do with his girls.

But Roman ruined it in his selfishness.

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