"Get up."

I felt the cold metal off my neck and slowly stood up, turned around to see Helena holding a knife. She was holding it steadily with her hand and pointing it at me, with anger evident in her eyes. And that's when I connected the dots together.

She was the attacker.

"Why?" Was all I managed to say as I'm still trying to wrap my head around it. It was clear that whatever anger she had was toward me, not Breton.

What reason could she possibly want to make my life more miserable? What did I ever do to her? Heck, this was only my third time meeting her.

Apparently she found that amusing and scoffed, "I'm honestly surprised at how little you know about everything."

Everything. She knows about my parents.

"What did you do to Breton?" I stalled her, as I already knew that whatever she gave him must be a sedative of some sort as his heart is still beating.

I remembered the police officer who came with us and only needed to make a loud enough sound for him to come rushing into the house. But then, I also remembered that she went outside to take out the trash. Which means she took care of the officer. That goes the same for Leah when she asked her to go into the room to get the candles. She must have drunk the raspberry juice before Breton and I have arrived.

"It's just a sedative."

If she wanted to kill me, she would've done that when she attacked me. But instead, she goes through the trouble of being on the police's radar, drugging Breton as well her own daughter. This shows that she doesn't want to kill me, she wants a confrontation.

"Let's stop beating around the bush and get it over with," I snarled. She raised her eyebrows at me with my sudden change of tone. "We both know if you wanted to kill me, you would've already done that."

"Very well then." She dragged one of the chairs around the dining table to an empty corner in the living room, so I can't use anything to attack her, and another chair directly in front of that chair. She gestured at the chair back-facing the wall for me to take a seat, "Let's chat."

I carefully walked over Breton's unconscious body, walked into the living room and sat on the chair. "So, what unfinished business did you have with my parents?"

"It was more personal, actually." Helena threaded her words carefully, examining my face. As if to see, I'll slip up or something.

I decided to play along with her game, hoping that the sedative will wear off from either Leah, Breton or the police officer. "What was your relationship with them then?"

"You really look like your mother. And that really does tempt me to physically hurt you." I was a little taken aback by the amount of hatred in her voice, but I managed to remain a straight face.

A part of me wanted to ask what happened between them, but I didn't want to provoke her into wanting to hurt me. "So you hated my mother, noted. What does that have to do with me?"

She suddenly changed the topic. "Why did you start the search for your parents last year?"

"Same reason as any other orphan. To fill the void of always wondering where you come from and if you were abandoned. To feel some sense of belonging," I answered honestly.

She nodded her head, still studying me closely, "You found out that they were drug lords? Their empire was the biggest drug trade at that time?"

"Yes."

"And how did you feel after learning that?"

I hesitated. Truly, how did I feel? Sure, I was disappointed that they weren't a normal loving couple, but was I not sad that they were murdered? After these few months of knowing, I don't think I've actually grieved over their death. Heck, I didn't even want to avenge their death.

I know she was playing some sort of game here, but it doesn't hurt to tell the truth. "A lot of things, but mostly disappointment."

"Because of the people hurt in their line of work?" She asked and I nodded in response. "I'm one of those people."

I didn't prompt her to share about how my parents hurt her by asking her what happened. I guess a part of me didn't want to know. Because I already didn't feel any remorse about their death, and listening to her encounter with my parents might actually make me glad that they're dead.

And that feeling scares me.

Nonetheless, Helena didn't wait for me to ask her before continuing. "I'll just say it then. Your father and I were engaged before your mother came in and ruined everything."

My eyes widened in shock. I had thought her anger toward them was business, but it was personal. She didn't allow me to recover from that bomb, "Minh wanted Roman all to herself so she could use his connections to further expand her drug empire. She wanted Anton and I out of the picture so that he'll devote all of his time to the work and not letting us in on their business."

My thought came out as a whisper, "That's why Anton didn't know about his dealings, because they weren't friends anymore."

"Oh he knew, he just lied to you because he's scared shitless of Felon." I stared at her in disbelief. So she knows everything about what happened.

If there's one thing I know about Felon, it was that he was a paranoid man. He wouldn't tell anyone the plan unless they were involved in it. That means she was in on the plan which killed my parents.

She saw the realisation in my eyes, "Now you're connecting everything."

She must've told Felon information on the route they were travelling and Peter, so he could threaten his family and crash the plane. Since she was my father's finance, she was aware of his travel team.

But there was still one thing which didn't make sense to me. "B-but why did you want to kill my father as well? He was your fiance."

Helena stood up from the chair and threw it across the living room, and it smashed on top of the coffee table, completely breaking the glass on top. "Because he chose her over me! He chose power over me! Even though he knew she never loved him, just used him to expand her empire. I loved him with every bit of my heart just to have him ripped it out of me, leaving me alone and pregnant."

Leah. She's my half sister.

So the man Leah said was her father is fake. Which means that Helena must have known she was looking for her father and paid off the private investigator to say otherwise. And of course of all things, she chose to ask the private investigator to say that Leah's 'father' died because of my parents. That also means she knew that Leah would tell me and I'll feel differently about my parents.

Oh god, and Breton.

Did she really even have feelings for him? Or was it all an act just to get close to me and pull this off? She must've done her fair share of research to be able to pull it off. I wonder how long she has been planning this.

But just to talk to me and make it hate my parents? Something doesn't add up.

I could see the anger in her eyes slowly fading. Guess she didn't plan this part out in her grand scheme. I just hope that the noise was loud enough for someone else to hear it. I waited for her breathing to slow down before asking questions, not wanting the next thing she threw to be at me.

"So Leah is my half sister?" I asked for confirmation.

How could he do this? Abandon the woman he loves and his unborn child, all for power?

There was hesitation on her face before she answered. "I'm... not sure. I never did a DNA test."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "Who else could be the father?"

"Anton." And here I think I might get a heart attack from all the shocking things she revealed tonight. "We had a fling around that time. We were both alone since your father abandoned us, and it just... happened."

It wasn't my place to judge her for fling with Anton, since I don't know very well what happened back then. But I know there is one thing I can judge her for now. "You and Breton's relationship. Was it real or not?"

"No. But he's a good man, which is why I'll feel some guilt for hurting him." I can feel a sting in my heart for Breton, being fooled into love. Heck, he was even going to propose to her.

"Well then, it seems you have fully enacted your revenge. Congratulations." I remarked sarcastically.

"That's it? You're not going to ask me anything else regarding your parents? Or about anything which happened?" I can hear the surprise in her tone.

"Why would I? The reason why I wanted to find out about them was how they died so I can finally fill this void there was inside of me my whole life. And when I did, turns out they weren't the perfect role model parents I wanted, but I accepted that they weren't good people. You weren't the only person who was hurt by them, I was too. I chose their business over living a normal life with their daughter that got them killed and let me become an orphan. I know I'm so much more than just Roman and Minh's daughter. I choose to be my own person, and you can too."

She looked at me with disbelief in her eyes, that I was able to move past this but she couldn't. "You're still a kid, you don't know half the things I've experienced so don't tell me how to feel," she raised her voice a little at me.

I couldn't help this sudden urge of anger within me. How dare she implied that my life has been alright and I don't know how real life works. Before I could process my thoughts, I stood up from the chair and took a step towards her. "I may not know the other horrible things which you experienced, but I do know that you were part of a sick plan which created a series of events in hurting a lot of people. Did you know that he was the king's son? That his ultimate plan was to cause rebellion against the Spain monarchy?"

"No, but knowing all those things wouldn't change how I feel-" she took the knife in the hand place it near my the center of my chest, "-now I suggest you sit back down."

I sat back down as she didn't give me much of a choice. The anger in me in fluming by the second and that was exactly what she wanted. She wants a reason to hurt me without feeling guilty of doing it when I give her no reason to do so.

"What? And now you're quiet?" I can hear the amusement in her voice before I saw a movement outside the house through the window.

"I'm not going to be like you, consumed by anger," I say through my gritted teeth, hoping the someone outside notices the situation in here and calls for help.

She clicked her tongue before saying, "What if I said I was the one who killed Zari?"

Zari?

I slowly turned my head towards her, "What did you say?"

"I said I killed Zari. Or rather, someone else did it for me." She said without skipping a beat. She's telling the truth.

Flashes of Zari getting shot three times that rainy night flashes in my head. I watched my best friend die in front of me. The bullets meant for me went into her.

"It wasn't intentional, by the way. The person I hired was supposed to kill you, and I have to give you some credit for taking her-"

Before she could finish her sentence, I lounged at her, causing her to fall to the ground. I'm glad I picked up some tricks at my karate class even though I had only been there twice; I used my knees to lock her arms onto the ground and my hands at her shoulders.

"She was innocent and you killed her!" I screamed at her, with tears pricking out from my eyes.

There was an unreadable expression on her face and for a moment there I thought I had seen guilt in her eyes. I knew I interpreted that wrongly when I felt a sharp pain around my abdomen.

I immediately fell to the ground as I felt my shirt getting stained from the huge amount of blood oozing out from the stab wound. Helena got up from the ground beside me and kneed in front me as I felt my vision getting blurry.

As I feel my eyelids closed, I heard her say, "And this is how it ends for the Vasiliev family."