Rags-to-riches

I smiled at him and put the knife to his neck, a single cut and he
would be dead. I pulled him by his hair and looked into his eyes, I
could see two oceans begging me not to empty them.
You know what they say, money is the root of evil, and I am
starting to think that this is pretty true. I was born in a very poor
family; my father was an alcoholic and my mother was trying to earn
some money for us to live. When I was eleven years old, I realized
that I didn’t want to end up like them so I left my family in their own
misery. I lived on the streets, until I run into a man. I don’t remember
his name, I never cared to be honest. He looked like he was made of
money. He had blond hair and emerald eyes, a very long coat and
some polished boots. I feel in love with him and he took me to his
house. A house that I would never forget, it was more like a mansion.
It started with a big gold fence, on the sides there were trees and many
flowers and after a fountain there was the house. Now, that I think of
it, I guess I never loved him, but I adored his money and social
statute. It was nice to live in the lap of luxury with him. Eventually he
died and I was so sad, but not really. He taught me that if you want
something you do everything to get it. That is why when I put the gun
to his head, he looked at me, smiled and gave me permission to shoot
him. A few seconds later, he falls to the cold floor and a pool of blood
forms around him, staining my shoes. I look at them in disgust and
throw them in the trash. Next to the corpse of the man with blond hair
and green eyes was a glass table that hated to be a pedestal for the gun
in my hand. I pack up the things and money that were mine now and
walk confidently to the door, leaving him to bleed.
That was several years ago and I never got caught for that
murder. I am rolling in money at the moment and, if I am being
honest, I don’t feel sorry for what I did, not even a bit. But it’s not
enough; you know what they say, money is like sea water; the more
you drink, the thirster you become. And I am extremely thirsty.
 A few days passed and I found him, more by mistake, but that
doesn't matter. There were articles about him and his fortune in the
pages of a newspaper and that made my eyes shine. His name was
written in every press article as one of the richest people in that city.
His name was Cain Gray, such a name denotes opulence and a certain
status and that's exactly what I was looking for. At that moment I
knew he had to be my next victim. The only problem was that he had
been married for several years, but that couldn't stop me either. The
next day, I managed to get a job as a secretary at the company he ran.
It was not difficult at all to get this job. With a smile and a short skirt,
you can get everything you want. His wife visited him often enough
to bring him lunch. She always wore the same knee-length black
dress, a pair of red heels, and her hair in a well-arranged bun. She was
beautiful, I can't lie, I was almost feeling sorry that I was going to ruin
their marriage, but you know how they say, the ends justify the
means.
After a few months of working in that company, managing to get
all the information I needed, with the same short skirt, I noticed that
on Wednesday Cain's wife did not come to bring him lunch. Due to
this fact, I managed to get to his office on a Wednesday. As soon as I
entered the office door, a strong scent of dried roses and tobacco hit
me. He looked at me from head to toe and, after realizing that he had
been staring at me for a few minutes, he managed to tell me, I quote,
“where you were when I chose my wife”. He was dressed in a black
suit, a pair of well-polished shoes and a red tie. Cain was a beautiful
man. Black hair, ocean eyes and a pair of round glasses, he was
definitely one of the big guns. I smiled and approached him with
small steps, looking only into his eyes. I put my hand on his tie and
pulled him closer to me, so close that I could hear him breathing and
left. I knew he was mine and that I would soon be able to replace his
wife.
The weeks passed, and every Wednesday I paid him a visit in the
office. The office was transformed into a restaurant and the restaurant
into the mansion where he and his wife lived. The land where the
house was built was somewhere in the middle of nowhere and that
was a plus for me. If you looked outside the huge windows of the
house, all you could see with your eyes was a meadow full of flowers,
in front, and behind the house there was a vast forest. It didn't take me
long to learn the corridors of the house, although there were quite a
few and I managed to discover a basement that not even employees
were allowed to enter.
I knew what my plan was, so I decided to put it into practice. His
wife was cheating on him, although I don't understand why you would
want to cheat on such a man. That's why he was alone in the house on
Wednesday night until Thursday morning. All employees slept in a
house built near the mansion. One of those nights, I was there in a
short skirt and a pair of heels, things that drive men crazy. I opened
the first bottle of wine, and then the second, shortly after I managed to
pour the contents of my glasses into the sink and get Cain drunk. He
was so drunk that I managed to convince him to go to the basement.
After some stairs that creaked terribly loudly, I came across a sofa full
of dust, on which I threw the man who would later be a corpse.
With small steps and a sharp kitchen knife, I got behind the
couch. I didn't need Cain anymore, although I could have lived an
extraordinarily good life with him, but I didn't want to depend on a
man. I already knew where he kept all his money, he didn't have bank
accounts, because Cain didn't trust the government or something like
that, I didn't pay attention to what he was talking about, nor was I
interested in those things. He put everything on a gold tray, and I took
everything from him, it's not my fault that I know how to play the
world on my fingers, it's his fault that he believed me. I whispered in
his ear some last words, which were more of a piece of advice, that of
never trusting a woman. I smiled at him and put the knife to his neck,
a single cut and he would be dead. I pulled him by his hair and looked
into his eyes, I could see two oceans begging me not to empty them. I
felt like I should drop the knife and leave, but I recovered
quickly, thinking that all that mattered was his money and
nothing else. So I cut his throat and watched his blood trickle
down his shirt. I stayed in that place, not moving until I knew
that Cain would not be able to get up from the couch, and
after that, I left and left him in a pool of blood. I collected all
the money in a black leather bag and went calmly to my
house. Money is all that matters and I would do anything to
get IT.