Transmigrated: How Many Lifetimes - Chapter 2 The Basterd Kid Of The Rossi Family

In the last chapter you heard me talk about being the basterd kid of the Rossi family

Let me explain, what I mean by that.

What I mean by that is, Mr Rossi, or my biological father got extremely drunk at a bar and ended up sleeping with the daughter of the enemy group. My father and my ‘grandfather’ were both CEO’s of extremely large companies and were both advancing at each other and sending spies into enemy territories, AKA their own buildings, looking for information they could use against each other.

It was just a coincidence for my father and mother to meet.

My mother died from giving birth

Since my birth I was thrown from different orphanages since I didn’t come up to the expectations of the parents that took a liking to me, most were seduced by my over-whelming beauty but were disappointed how I wasn’t like other kids, no innocence or trace of naivety.

I had the mental age of an adult

Some were tempted to **** me, for my super-model like looks, however were welcomed with my knee to the crotch.

I was not someone to be messed with even at a young age.

You should not judge someone by any means,

Ok I’m getting of topic

Joseph, a person you heard me talk about in the last chapter

My step-brother.

In the last chapter you heard me talk about how my father always had agents on me

Well I started building myself up, I began making my own company, I wanted anyone who disrespected me to grovel at my feet

I was not a forgiving person.

Joseph, who I thought was a person I thought I could trust, however I was really wrong

I knew one day he would betray, but till then I wanted to bask into the happiness of finding a person who didn’t want to try to change me and could handle my strange antics or my sarcastic personality or my reason to crack a joke in a serious situation to ease the tension.

I knew my father had assisted him to be like the person I yearned for, but in the end everyone around me, turns their back on me and go to the ‘dark side’.

But everyone falls into my father’s list of pawns. Joseph, half of my own blood. Murdered me. Left me to die, while watching me intently while I softly smiled to my death.

As much as I want to hate him, I can’t.

I will always forgive him

He gave me a few months of happiness and that is all I needed.

My step-mother, that conniving bitch.

Always hated me, but what can I say, a lot of people hate me, and a lot admire me also.

She also conspired against me.