The Secrets Hidden In The Scars: Chapter 19

Hey, everybody! It's been a while, but I'm back and published Chapter 19 of my book "The Secrets Hidden In The Scars." The first part is here, the second part is here.

Actually, I was planning to publish it a little earlier, but the last days of October were crazy, and I barely had time to do what I needed. And I must confess that the whole last month was hard, to be honest... However, it doesn't matter! The events of two previous chapters were tense enough, and I'm going to reveal some secrets in this part. Calm before storm... I must confess that I feel much more confident working on the third book and publishing new chapters than I did when I was publishing the previous books from the series. Even if this part has many shortcomings. Even if I got rid of a bigger part of them when editing my book. Although I'm publishing the final version of chapters, I can't exclude that I'd love to re-write something, delete something and add some moments, so everything is wow-wow :)

Anyway, I would be madly happy if you liked this book, added it to your library and told me what you think of the storyline and the characters' actions. I hope you would't lose your interest for my book and would read it until the very end. My English is not perfect, but I'm doing my best to make my texts more or less readable.

To get a mood for reading, play the so-called soundtrack for this book Miley Cyrus — Scars, the lyrics of which were used for the orginal title of the character.

Here's a little snippet from one of the parts:

"Ha!" Edward simpers, squinting his eyes slightly. "So, if I killed someone from my relatives or someone else, you would approve it and close your eyes to that? But if I wanted to kill you or one of those bastards, who are working on you, I would immediately go to prison? Nice, Uncle Michael! Nice!"

"But I really want you to kill your own brother," Michael says, stroking his chin and squinting his eyes. "I promise I will pay you very well if you do it, and I see how much you want to become my ally and get a chance to use the money that should've belonged to you."

"You're kidding me!"

"Think better, honey, you need money so badly! But I'm ready to help you – just do my little plea and revenge on your brother for being born and depriving you of everything that could've been yours."

"Kill him the way you killed my father, yeah?" Edward asks coldly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I showed you the example, and you can follow it. I am not going to make you do it because you will wish to do it. If I always remind you of the reasons why your brother should die and help you get rid of your hesitance. Don't worry, your uncle will be by your side and help you get closer to making your big dream come true if you are so coward."

"You better kill me. Maybe, my brother made me mad today, but I will not go succumb to you and kill that man. I'm not a killer and not going to become the one!"

"You're saying it now. But when I use the power of speaking skills and press on your weakest places, you will do anything to please me. I believe I turned you against your brother and 'helped' your relationship get worse. So, it will be good for you."

"If I were a shameless bastard, I would shamelessly kill you and your pals to the fuck to take everything and give it to the real owners. But I will not do it just because I don't want to go to prison for forty years. I just want you to get everything you insolently stole and leave us alone."

"Ah, Edward, I believe you're thinking too much," Michael laughs evilly and fixes his tie with a proud gaze. "You should do something better. You should educate, my sunshine, not wander in the city, die from boredom, and find a reason to pretend to be a hero. You have a clever look, and I think you could learn everything. If someone works with you, you will know very much that you could use enough."

"Well, thanks for saying at least one good word about me! I shall accept it as a compliment and rejoice you confessed that I got some brains."

"But it was enough just to learn to play guitar. However, it's a worthless thing that gives you nothing good. You will never become a singer. Only people with good contacts and those, who are ready to lie in a bed of important personas, could reach for something. You could be the one with the help of your brother, but he will not give you this chance. So, you will have to play that fucking instrument until you get blood on your fingers for yourself."

Have a good day!
Love, Estrella Rose.