#Chapter71

It was that part of her memory that she wanted both wanted to forget and remember.

The slaughter of her kin…

Madonna despised having to stroll down the memory lane which was wrapped with more of pain and cruelty than pleasure.

Times of yore were the only element that could get her vulnerable and silent. Otherwise, Madonna loved her selfish nature. She liked it when she was not being thoughtful of anything or anyone and just go ahead to do what she desired.

It was those selfish times that made her who she was presently. 

But the mention of her kin made her quiver inwardly. She could still see...