It all started when I was 12, I had a perfect family. We weren't financially stable but we were able to put food on the table. Our lives were basically perfect until one unfortunate day. It was my birthday and we were about to go out to the water park, we were all so happy, but our ecstatic day had to be ruined by a sudden knock on the door. I opened it to find muscular men at our door step and they pushed me aside as they walked in. The man I'm assuming was their boss came in and asked for money from my parents. I looked at my parents in confusion as they just cowered in fear. Then their 'boss' explained to my siblings and I that my parents had borrowed a huge sum of money from them and they refused to pay it back. My parents tried to negotiate with them but they refused and then suddenly a gunshot was fired straight at my dad's chest and then another was shot at my mum, I fainted due to shock.

By the time I woke up in the hospital, the doctors informed me that my brother was in a coma due to a minor gunshot in his arteries but that he'll wake up within a few weeks, my sister had just woken up from the emergency surgery she had to go through cause of a minor shot in her leg and then they dropped a bombshell on me- my parents died on the spot. 

I just remained silent, I didn't cry, not because I didn't care but because I didn't believe it at first for the first few couple of days, then I was finally discharged to go home and as I got home, I found old pictures of us and those memories came flooding through my mind then the realization hit me, my parents had died and my brother was still in a coma. And then before I knew it, I bawled my eyes out as my sister tried to comfort me.

A few weeks later, my brother woke up but the death of my parents still hit me so hard that I got into depression. I didn't even go to their funeral or visit them after they died, I just couldn't accept the fact that they had died. My siblings were with me every step of the way which I was very thankful for.

And then one day, I realized that I couldn't just lay in my room brooding over the past. My parents wouldn't like that so I decided to do the only thing I could think of . I decided to avenge their death, my siblings and I worked hard to build the empire I have today. It took a lot of sleepless nights but I eventually did it. I learned to fight, defend and shoot. I went through tough training but I knew it was all going to be worth it in the long run.

I made a promise to myself that I'd avenge my parents death even if it'd be the last thing I do. I searched for the person day and night, I gathered different kinds of people, hackers, assassins and criminal master minds. I became this fearless mafia queen who didn't care about anyone except revenge and keeping her family safe, I became ruthless, arrogant, and cold as ice. All I cared about was finding who killed my parents. I'm Alexandra Young and this is just the beginning of my journey. And I'll prove to everyone, that

I was born to be Queen