Prologue
Amidst the ashes of the trust and the ruins of a once happy life, a burning fire of vengeance ignited within my soul.
Betrayed by loved ones, the ones I held dearest, my family or I thought they were, my best friend since we were toddlers and my so called fiance of two years and we had been together for five years.
They left me all alone to face the darkness if I survived their treacherous plots.
The memories of their treachery soared my mind like a branding iron, fueling an unquenchable thirst for retribution.
With each passing day, my heart hardened, my spirit transformed and my will strengthened.
I vowed to make them pay for their deceit, to unravel the very fabric of their lives as they had mine and oh yes, they will pay dearly.
And so, with calculating precision and a fierce determination, I set out on a perilous path of revenge where lines between love and hate, loyalty and betrayal would become forever blurred.
I was once Milan Milisuthando Zwide, yes I'm a coloured, my mother the late Matlida Mallick was half American and half Italian and she married the man I thought was my father all these years, Mahluleli Zwide, a very proud Zulu man whom I used to adore a lot until that fateful day.
My parents were rich like super rich, my mother on her own owned too many hotels, clubs and boutiques in South Africa and Italy while my father was into mining and construction so he had four companies generating his income.
After my mother died, all her property automatically became mine and that's when the secrets started to come out.
I was not a people's person so I had one friend, my ride or die or so I thought until she chose fame and a dick over me.
Her name was Zothile Thwala, I'd like to believe she knew me too well that's why it was easy for her to betray me but not anymore.
Anele Manqele was my fiance, the only guy I've been with and was ready to settle down with him unfortunately he preferred my bestfriend to me.
They all chose to cut me out of their lives and I was ready to accept that until they attempted to kill me.
They awaken something in me that was long buried and the last I was in that state, i was in Italy with my maternal family trying to protect my niece from some bullies.
I was 21 when my mother died, her death was sudden apparently it was a car crash and she took her last breathe calling for me while I was across the world following my dreams and that's the regret I'll always carry for the rest of my life.
My maternal family told me not to worry,I'll have my revenge when the right time comes and they were right.
Anyways now I go by the name, Angela Milan Diaz, I've finally met my biological father Alberto Diaz, a mafia lord respected by everyone in Italy, men tremble at the mention of his name, a sister to my twin brother Matteo Angelo Diaz.
I'm a whole package, I run my clubs,hotels and boutiques at the comfort of my home but the ones in South Africa, I left them to my so called family not by choice.
I'm private investigator and lawyer by profession, I own my own PI Agency called Dawn and my law firm with my twin is called Diaz and Partners( DAPs).I'm now 26 years of age turning 27 pretty soon and this is my quest for vengeance.
