Chapter 29
15 YEARS LATER
EVANORA
Evelynne, "so you won't tell me why I have the surname Zyraelle instead of Correlza. And
what kind of surnames are that, they sound like murderous surnames and Evelynne seriously
mom."
I rolled my eyes at Evelynne's statement. Now we're back at this again, back to why our
surnames are different and why both of them sound deadly. Of course she knows that I gave her
father's surname but she wants more information than just the name Nicholas Zyraelle.
She wants to know more but I can't tell her that. If I told her what we are, she'll never look at me
the same again. Evelynne Zyraelle is my 15 year old teenage daughter. She's nothing like me,
in fact she's incapable of doing anything I've ever done.
After Nicholas left he never came back. He joined Viola in Russia and is currently working under
her. Italy and Russia still have an alliance so there's still a relationship between us in a way
except for the fact that I have a 15 year old daughter.
The mafia would go to any length to find my weaknesses and besides Nicholas, Evelynne is my
weakness that's why I let her believe we grew up in poverty. To her I'm just her simple sweet
mother, but I'm still Evanora to this bloody world.
The darkness is not something I could leave behind. It's my favorite part of life. Blood, guns,
drugs, anything that screams danger is whatever brings joy to my soul.
Evelynne is a little no, not just a little but overly innocent. Harmless too.
Evelynne, "so you're not going to barge mother. Okay fine I'll drop the topic but hear me out.
I just got a scholarship to one of the most prestigious high schools. I'm going to high school
mom fully funded, you don't have to worry about my fees."
I smiled at her as she started talking about her plans for the new school. Being a mother
was a job I didn't really want to keep. It means dealing with emotions like love, feelings and
all that shit people talk about. It meant having a family. Having a son would have been so
much better but I got a girl. I don't regret it, but this world is a dangerous place. With people
like me of course it would be dangerous. But there are scavengers probably worse than me.
I can't say we're any different.
Despite being a mother I'm incapable of leaving my bloody life behind. Blood shed is the
contentment I need in my life. You know when a woman becomes a mother she becomes
all weak and sentimental and shit like that. Well I didn't. On the contrary living this double
life is for the sake of her safety.
No one knows about Evelynne's existence. Ever since Lyn was born my crimes have doubled. I
needed to increase my brutality to avoid suspicion. Human trafficking, drug dealing, acid
creation, prostitution, murder I've done more than just ruin people's life's I've destroyed them.
Keeping Lyn hidden wasn't easy either. Especially in Italy. It would have been smart to hide
her in some far away deserted island but I want her to live. I'm not going to cage her like a
bird and chain her down.
The goodness in me was consumed by the darkness. She doesn't deserve to experience
the same thing as me. Not the rape nor the death of who she was. Finding happiness in the shadows of life because the light had nothing to offer. No safety nor security but I won't let that
happen to her.
The school she got into doesn't offer scholarships but not like I'll tell her that. Pretending to
be poor is a bit difficult but I've been doing it for 15 years while making sure she didn't know
the true extent of poverty. I paid the fees for all her schools but made her believe she was smart
enough to get a scholarship.
Lyn wasn't the brightest lamp there was, not even average. Her thinking capacity was just filled
with too much positive energy to even realize how bad she was with school.
Threatening teachers to never choose her to answer questions, changing mark sheets and
ensuring she stayed on top without suspicion.
If she ever knew she wasn't just a normal kid I'm not sure how she'd react.
Evelynne, "mom!"
I blinked my eyes a couple of times as I realized that Lyn was still in the room and she was
talking to me. I should seriously stop zoning out.
Evanora, "sorry baby, what were you saying."
Evelynne, "I'm going to school tomorrow mother."
Evanora, "that's great my angel. Are you excited?"
Evelynne, "super, this school is so generous. They gave me uniform, stationery everything I
could possibly need mom. God is by our side anyway."
The very same God that did this to me. Yeah I can see how good he is. I smiled at her then she
left. My phone began ringing as soon as she left the door. It was a call from Nicholas. After 15
years he remembered me and called me.
What the hell does he want that fucker?
"hello."
"So I see you've been doing well with Amilio's kid. What would the organization think if they
knew that you hid a potential heir, a potential girl who could probably be queen one day huh?"
Evelynne.
"What are you talking about Nico?
"Ms. Correlza I do not call you Eva do I now? So what makes you think you have the right to call
me Nico. You lost that right 15 years ago. "
So he's holding a grudge huh. What happened to I'm in love with your darkness, all of you.
The very ground you walk on I will worship it. Liars in love are we. Yeah I knew that feeling
was pathetic. It's all a lie wrapped in a little beautiful box, seemingly harmless until you
open that stupid box and inside you'll find filthy crawling creepers ready to kill you slowly
but surely. Just wonderful.
"What do you want, Zyraelle? "
"I'm going to take away the little child you've been hiding Correlza. Let's see how the
organization takes the news of their beloved powerful bitch, hiding a potential pawn. "
"You want to start a war huh? Not with my child Nicholas I'm warning you. "
I hung up feeling infuriated. How dare he? He has the nerve to call me after 15 fuckin years to
threaten me about my child. It's your fuckin child you want to put in danger Nicholas.
Our child. My baby. Ignoring the thoughts of Nicholas's threat I stood up and went to the
kitchen.
My kitchen was simple and small, it had a double door fridge, four cabinet high and low
cupboards, a four plate oven stove and also a glass stove for cases where we didn't have
electricity. Its main colors were pink and white, the floor tiles were grey, the walls painted half a
shade of pink and the other half white..
Our house wasn't big but it was sufficient. Just because I'm playing a poor mother doesn't mean
I'd live in a rotten shack like actual poor people. The house I bought which Evelynne believes
I'm paying rent for is a bit small but better than the rest my agent had looked for. It had two
bedrooms, a kitchen, a bathroom and toilet. It wasn't like my mansion but I adapted in the last
15 years. I went to the kitchen cabinet and took out flour, salt, baking powder, chili sauce, and
eggs. Next I went to the fridge and took cheese, chicken, pineapple and sweet chili sauce.
Homemade pizza was Evelynne's favorite, maybe if I had raised her with no lies and deception
of who we truly were she wouldn't have to dream about people's mansions, castles, cars and
their luxuries. I set out the utensils, cutlery and equipment I'd need to make pizza. I cut the
chicken breasts into small cubes, and did the same with the pineapple.
I made the dough mixture whilst frying the chicken strips. Evelynne came to the kitchen a
few hours later wearing her dinosaur pajamas, her raven black hair tied up into a neatly
rolled bun, her eyes resembling neither mine nor Nicholas's. Her eyes were not the ordinary
brown, the one that shined like honey and light chocolate under the gaze of the sun, her eyes
were dark, in between nut and onyx brown but equally dark.
They didn't shine bright in the sun, it was hard to tell if they were actually brown or black, like a
dark abyss. The sun wasn't enough to melt the darkness in her eyes but her smile was enough
to erase the darkness in the depth of her eyes. She had walnut skin with stars that danced
under her eyes making her look like the most beautiful angel.
Lyn came towards me and smiled sweetly, her eyes cringing, she hugged me with her head
against my chest. She didn't let me go for a while then broke free from the embrace.
Evelynne, "you're making pineapple pizza mom. Thank you so much. I love you mom. "
"I love you too, my angel. "
She smiled then went to the cabinet and took out the containers that had coffee, sugar and
powder milk then filled the kettle with water. She took her favorite cup, it was a green cup
with a tiny nose and big circle eyes rolled. Her usual routine, making coffee while I was cooking
or even when she was cooking. Two tablespoons of milk, or if she was using a teaspoon that
was four, half a tablespoon of coffee one tablespoon of sugar and that's how she loved it.
She sat next to the sink and drank her coffee, serving each sip and watched me bake.When the
pizza was ready I took it out and laid it on a cooling rack until it had lost a little heat. Evelynne
and I preferred our food freshly hot sometimes and some foods we preferred really cold. We ate
our dinner and washed the dishes. Lyn wanted to watch TV but because she's going to school
tomorrow I refused her.