Chapter 1.1 Our Start

The Best Secrets Are The Most Twisted...

Myra Charna, not much is known about her. She's mean, smart and sporty. A lot of guys thought she was hot, but she only loved her other half, her new husband.

They were newly weds, married about a week ago, and first thing on their list was to get a house in the town he grew up in. He figured Myra grew up there too, even though he had never seen her until about five years ago... Maybe that was him just being clueless? 

Drake Charna, Myra's other half, had always had a passion for music, not that shitty rock and pop people listen to these days. He prefers Classical, and he hopes to direct a symphony one day. 

Myra didn't care for music all too much, she wanted control. But no good guys ever got real power, so she decided to become a criminal. She already had experience on the wrong side of the law anyways. 

She decided to go to the gym, after all, its been a while since she last worked out, and she knew she had to be a quick runner if she needed to ever get away from the cops.

Moving is a big task, and then job hunting and exercising? It wasn't much of a surprise that both of them, mainly Myra, were tired.

Drake always felt he should be there to protect his wife. She had no other family apart from him. As far as he knew, she was an orphan, and her parents died a while before they started dating. He never asked if she had any brothers or sisters, he never really wanted to just in case he would upset her.

Angry guitar playing!

Even though it was a small house, Myra loved the view from her kitchen. Seeing the river and the peaceful valley... It was what she needed. She just wished her kitchen wasn't so dark...

She couldn't help but wonder why a horse was aimlessly roaming around near her back garden. "Fucking suburbs." She muttered under her breath, somewhat annoyed.

She began to discuss her ideas over dinner, she didn't have many at the time, and most of them were about what she'd have redone to the house, but they were ideas none the less. Drake was mainly concerned about his food.

Their conversation ended when someone decided to call Maya. It was an odd time to call, also based on that she didn't know too many people... It rose suspicions. Even more so when she quickly put down her plate and answered it.

"I need to answer this in private." She murmured, walking away from their couch and coffee table. "And move your guitar somewhere else. Its bugging me being over there."

She seemed distressed by the call, and even though Drake knew he shouldn't... He couldn't help but overhear. However, he wasn't let into much insight. All she mainly said was "Yeah" or "Okay."

Myra was on the phone for a while, so Drake thought he would clean up the leftover salad. She soon joined him in the kitchen.

"Hey." He smirked, looking her up and down, "Who was on the phone?" He asked, trying not to let the curiosity seep into his tone too much.

"Oh... No one." She mumbled, smiling slightly. The way she spoke meant she didn't want to continue with that conversation. He then smirked, glancing at where their new bed was.

"You know... we haven't properly broken in the bed." He grinned, and she simply rolled her eyes.

"If you want to fuck, just say it." She said, then went off to their bedroom. "You don't have to beat around the bush."

With all the clothes on the floor in small piles, they 'broke in the new bed'

Myra couldn't help but feel a little guilty leaving her sleeping husband while she sneaked out.

Myra sat in the dark beachfront, waiting for who she was going to meet here. She was honestly nervous that Drake would find out her secret. That was probably the last thing she wanted. 

Her daydreams were shattered when she heard someone call her "Karina." The figure came closer, as she sighed

"That's not my name anymore Alice, and you know that." She growled, her jaw clenched.

"Such anger, that's no way to treat your older sister." The figure sat down next to Myra.

She looked away "First, no bachelorette  party invite, then I'm not invited to the wedding... I'm starting to think you don't like me." She sighed.

"You know that's not true Alice..." Myra frowned. looking at her sister, "I don't want my husband finding out about our family." 

"I suppose... Its best to keep our past a secret." Alice looked back at Myra, "So either dedicate yourself to the secret, or tell him now."

Myra sighed, wanting and needing a change of subject. Sometimes she hated her sister, Alice always made her feel like she was five again. "Its been a while, hasn't it?" She murmured, looking down.

"You did the right thing Karina..." Alice put her hand on her little sister's shoulder. 

"Stop calling me that." Myra snapped, glaring. "We left that behind. We left our real names behind us, and chose new ones, remember? We started a new life here, just me and you. Don't bring back the past." She stood up after her rant, as Alice watched her

"And where do you think you're going?" Alice stood too, her arms folded.

"I'm going to tell my husband the truth." Myra said simply, starting to walk home.
"You know... Three may keep a secret if two are dead." The older sister spoke sharply, as Myra left, and went back home.

Myra's dreams were haunted by her sister's harsh words. 'Three may keep a secret if two are dead'... She didn't want to think about what she was implying. She just wanted to pretend everything was happy.

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AN: Okay, that's my first chapter, I hope you liked it. As you can probably tell, secrets hold a big part in at least the first few chapters.

My rolls are: Couple, Four Kids, Criminal (Evil branch) for Primary career, Music (Classical branch) for Secondary. The Generation goal is The Opportunist and the Miscellaneous Fun is Live Your Trait.

Myra's Traits: Mean Spirited, Athletic, Genius, Flirty and Family Oriented.

Drake's Traits:  Workaholic, Genius, Mean Spirited, Virtuoso and Inappropriate. 

I hope you like my first chapter :)