Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

(Sky’s POV)

I need a miracle.

As to where or how the miracle will happen, I do not know because I was still raging in annoyance when I got home. One of our drivers, Frank, panicked, seeing me leaving my car in the middle of the driveway, and as he approached me, I tossed the key to him, my nostrils flaring in anger as I walked into the house.

The maid must have known I was coming because she had already opened the main door before I could hold the knob. She lowered her gaze as I walked past her, and I doubt if any of the female servants would want to look me directly in the eyes except for Elenita, our housekeeper, the one who managed the house and the household maids after Mom divorced my father two years ago.

Elenita was only twenty when she was hired as my nanny when I was born, and now that I am twenty-four years old, she is still here, focusing on taking care of my eight-year-old sister and managing the house since Mom left and Dad got sick.

“Sky!” I heard Elenita’s voice calling me from the living room.

I rolled my eyes, wanting to escape her and ran to my bedroom, but she had already seen me.

“Sky!” She called again.

I heaved a deep sigh, walking toward the living room in the direction of the woman I considered my second mother. She is braiding Olivia’s long hair while my young sister reads a children’s book. My forehead creased seeing my brother, Finn, playing a video game with my cousin Leo.

“What happened to your face?” Elenita asked worriedly, leaving Olivia and walking toward me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my eyes fixed on Finn, ignoring Elenita. “You’re supposed to be in school.”

“The principal suspended him again,” Olivia flickered her eyes on me, explaining briefly why our irresponsible brother, who was supposed to be in school, was here enjoying playing video games with our cousin.

“Did you get into a fight?” Elenita carefully held my face, checking the skin.

brother, and when he did not answer me, I unplugged

standing up, facing me to show how pissed he

be asking yourself that,” I snarled at him, poking him in his

if you’re Dad.” He kicked the throw pillow he was sitting on the floor a while

my hands before

asked, standing up to check on my lower jaw, which was

Elenita pressed a cold compress on my face and then took my hand

because your horoscope is not good,” she snarled, returning to what she was doing when I came in, braiding my sister’s hair. If there was one downside to Elenita’s personality, that was believing too much in

“Yeah, but you also said Sky

the cold compress on the side table. “True love? Pfft!” I sneered and took a

catch Lalaine at the airport, and though I promised her I would come, I still missed my chance to see her, my last chance to prove I loved her, and I got late because a monster on the road appeared, wasted my time, almost broke my jaw, and damaged my

and creasing his forehead as he looked at me. “I told

having a one-night stand or a not serious relationship with them. All they cared about was that one moment with Sky Mars,

Jake’s party

leaned my head back on the back pillows of the couch. “Break…” I whispered, my voice trailing off. Since dad got diagnosed with cancer, he became more aggressive in training me, honing and preparing me to handle everything and be ready as the next

party because I had to study, work, and look after Olivia and Finn.

as if his goal in life is to piss me. Dad always reminded me to have more patience because, unlike me, Finn didn’t take their divorce lightly. I wish to tell him that, like Finn, I didn’t take it lightly, and like any normal child, I wanted to enjoy my life, but how

up. “Elenita, I’ll just check

here.” Dad came in, walking slowly with a cane in his hand. He could still walk without it, but he felt safer with something to rely upon on his body weight when he walked.  “Leo already told me about that

shook my head. “I have papers to review, Dad,” I lied, wanting to resign now to my bedroom, calling it a day. I want to plan my getaway to follow Lalaine, and at this point, I don’t

When I shook my head again and stepped to walk past him, he grabbed my wrist. “Son, you’re a good son. You deserve a break. Please, don’t make me think I’m drowning