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.

off and walked toward my brother, and when he did not answer me, I unplugged the

me, standing up, facing me to

that,” I snarled at him, poking him in his forehead. “How long do

acting as if you’re Dad.” He kicked the throw pillow he was sitting on the floor a while ago and left the

my hands before I could

to your face?” Leo asked, standing up to check on my lower jaw, which was not

a cold compress on my face and

happened? I told you not to go out today 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

her head to Elenita. “Yeah, but you also said Sky will meet

my head, slumping on the couch and placing the cold compress on the side table. “True love? Pfft!” I sneered and took a

her, my last chance to prove I loved her, and I got late because a monster on the road

as he looked at me. “I told you to stop chasing

a one-night stand or a not serious relationship with them. All they cared about was that one moment with Sky Mars, the son of the billionaire and the future captain that would steer the direction

with me to Jake’s party tonight. Give yourself

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 CEO of

never got the freedom to party because I had to study, work, and look

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 could I

standing up. “Elenita,

check on me, Sky. I’m 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

wanting to resign now to my bedroom, calling it a day. I want to plan my getaway to follow Lalaine,

room, Sky, to tell you to have a break. Go to that party with Leo and have fun.” 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 you with all these responsibilities and taking a good life