The tainted history of
Chloe Victoria
Never take a day for granted. One minute, I was at my art studio. Finishing up college at UCLA, working on my masters degree. The next? A call from home.. Asking for the last living blood to identify the remains of her parents after a freak accident. They had a lot of enemies. Many people hated them. Including me. My parents were so controlling. So lawless towards family, full of fake compassion for their own people and each other. So, I doubt it was an accident. My speculations was fowl play.
I had moved away to Southern California to get away from everything. Yet, their namesake tainted all that I did. Nepotisim wasn’t my thing. I didn’t want to make a name of myself based off bloodline. Yet, here we are. At the doors of the mourge, forced to make the call that no one my age, in my profession should ever have to make. I’m just a girl from The US. Still freshly smelling of the ocean brine, the posh life written all over my clothing, and the silky blonde hair. Eventually, I’d have grow it out, allowing the blonde to fade and my auburn locks to resurface.That phone call? Shipping my belongings over to the country that I’ve just been forced to protect. To one day settle down, get married, start a family and extend the bloodline further. I’m just twenty years old, six days shy of being nineteen. And this was my fate. To carry on a legacy I wanted no part of.