The Vindication Gents

Chapter 3.0

Kiara Hoffman’s POV

Now that I have come to your attention, might I say hello to all of you that just got to know me when you flip the screen of your phone? I know that I may have been introduced in some other novel, but hey, this one focuses on me and my life.

I was ordinary, compared to the people that I watched on television and movies that I always loved. I always love the story of Black Widow. She was a badass assassin that fulfilled her destiny. I don’t think that I have the chance to be that way, but I will try.

I never knew my birth parents as I was alone when I was found in front of the orphanage when I was only a babe. Then, there was a couple that came to take me in as their own when I was only 2 months old. Since then, I have been known as Kiara Hoffman, the lovely girl from Zurich, Switzerland. It was found in Frankfurt and it is an old story.

I was Swiss and will always be.

Once I entered university, I took an interest in being my passion and the degree that I am pursuing at the university. Since I lived in a country that spoke 4 languages, I might as well get all of them right and be a polyglot. I was happy with my achievement.

I worked as a translator soon after I got out of college to help the travel agencies to find the best accommodation in Switzerland and I was one of the tour guides. Often I would be wandering around the old towns or the scenic views for the tourists to adore. Until one day when my father told me to help him with something.

‘Father, did you call for me?’ I asked as I went inside the room that my father had always retired to since he retired from his service. My mother was a teacher that taught English and I loved the language because of her.

‘Ah, Kiara, come in, come in,’ he said as he’d put down his book that he was reading. I went inside his study and sat in front of him as he put his glasses on the coffee table in front of him, on top of his book.

‘How are you, my dear?’ He asked me eagerly as I was just getting off from my work.

‘Very well, as you can see,’ I said as I was chuckling before he smiled.

‘Is something wrong with you calling me?’ I asked as I looked at him. He waved me his hands, noting that nothing had happened when I was gone. You see, as I already told you, we were comfortable but not that much.

‘There is something that I wanted to give to you,’ he said before he stood up and went to the drawer of his desk. He pulled out something from it as I was waiting patiently in my seat.

‘What is it, father? Is it something that burdens you?’ I asked rather impatiently, as I knew that he was sick in his old days now.

‘No, no, no, nothing of that sort but I must warn you,’ he said as he took his original seat as I watched him warily, ‘that you must calm down after reading this,’ he said as he slid me the envelope that contained the mystery of why down was being called by him.

‘When I went to pick up you at the orphanage, the lady in charge told me that I was to give you this envelope when you turned 21 years old, and today was that day, my dear,’ my father said as he looked at me sadly.

‘Father, I don’t understand,’ I said as I looked at him, worried about what he might tell me next. He sighed before he pushed the envelope toward me.

‘You have to read for yourself and only for yourself. I have made an end of my bargain with that lady. And now it is your time,’ he said as he got up from his seat. He went to get out of the study as he left me alone to my thoughts.

‘What is so special about this letter?’ I asked myself as I looked at the envelope warily. I was battling myself as I should or shouldn’t open the envelope. My curiosity got the best of me as I took the envelope in my hand and I opened it to read what the contents were of the latter.

My dear child,

As you might know now, I have given up on the adoption as I wanted what was best for you. I know that you might not like me for this as I have left you, abandoned you even in the hands of strangers and, most importantly, far from your home.

Your father did not know about your existence until I went to him a few weeks after your birth and before you were given to the orphanage. I thought he might understand why I decided to keep you.

But I should have known better, he was not the man that I had fallen in love with, but rather a person that sought for power and that power was me. If you still don’t know what your power was, it might be soon when you’re 21 years old.

It was the perfect age for us, Hoffman, to get into our power and all of the tricks that we might find out later. But for now, I wanted you to know that you need to run and save yourself from your father’s clutches or you might soon find death.

It might be sad to learn that when this letter found you, I was already dead. I know that you might never be loved as I was never your birth mother, but you have to know that deep inside, I will always and forever love you, my dear.

Your mother,

Luna Hoffman

I read the letter again and again for the nth time. What power? My father wanted me dead? What was all this about? Runaway? All the thoughts that came into my head right now were so overpowering that I could see stars in my eyes. I blinked a few times and I calmed myself down. I need to know if I truly was what my birth mother claimed me to be. I need to check it for myself.

‘Father, I need your help,’ I shouted as I came out of the study. I saw my father was lying on the floor, blood was everywhere. My mother was nowhere to be found but I saw a few people that were wearing masks and were all wearing black suits.

‘Get her,’ one of them said before I closed the door and locked it. They were pounding on it as I was trying to get out. I saw my mum was coming into the driveway and when I was about to shout at her, she was killed in cold blood. All of her blood was spilling on the pavement when one of the masked men was looking at me on the second floor.

I need to get out of here, I thought as I was looking at the door and I saw it was pounding hard. I was backing up against the wall as I was trying to surpass this as one of the nightmares that I have been having lately. I did not know, maybe because it was correlated to this event right now, the one that was happening so quickly. I have to escape.

‘Run,’ a voice came inside my mind as the door was breaking out of the room.

‘Now, you’re coming with us,’ the masked man said as he was reaching out for me. I shouted and closed my eyes very tightly and before I knew it, everything was silent. I prayed that I was not having this dream, it was all in my head.

I opened my eyes slowly as if I was in an unfamiliar place. It had windows that were shining brightly. The piano was on the side as it stood grandly in the center of the room. There was a fireplace and a set of sofas with a coffee table in front of them.

‘Where am I?’ I mumbled as I looked around the room. I saw something or maybe someone in the corner who was standing still.

‘Who are you?” I said as I was backing up the wall. The figure moved into the light and I was surprised by what he said next.

‘Welcome home, Kiara, and don’t be alarmed. After all, I am your father,’ he said as he was smiling at me. My mother said that I needed to get away from this man but I was falling right into his trap.