Sia scrambled into her room with tear filled eyes. What Silas did a while ago brought so many past events in her mind. Things she wished not to remember in her lifetime.
Silas is a devil. He’s so evil but Sia just don’t know how to get rid of him so easily. He’s a Monson and can’t be defeated.
How can she win him when his own brother couldn’t until his last breath?
She tired to suppress her tears but no. They forced their way from the crook of her eyes and trail down her cheeks.
“You must lead the Monson group when I’m gone.”
Mr. Monson’s last words all make sense to her now. He had already prepared himself for this.
He had prepared himself all along for her to rule. Sia never believes Mr. Monson had so much trust in her to the extent he bestowed her with so much power.
Appa
