Achilles' Point of View:
I went back to my apartment as I made an anonymous tip to the police that somehow the rich billionaire had died. It was already over two hours, and Isabelle was probably waiting for me, so I didn't want to waste any more time trying to clear up the mess at the mansion. My people had already managed the security tapes and the fingerprints.
As soon as I reached my place and went inside, Isabelle ran up to me and hugged me. "Achilles."
"Hey," I smiled at her. "Everything's gonna be fine now."
She was confused at my words. I didn't really know how she would react to this. I mean, she knew I was no saint and I had killed hundreds while working as a mafia leader, but right now I had murdered my own father and without any Mafia influence.
But I couldn't hide it. No more secrets. I had to tell her if I wanted her to trust me.
"I killed my father." Those words rolled out of my tongue, leaving her stunned.
Her eyes widened. "What?"
"Yes."
