"Alessio Romano."My head started to spin after hearing this name.Alessio Romano, aka, Adriano's dad I jumped out of my seat and soon I realised my whole body was shaking.Anything related to Adriano, or anything that mentions him, makes me go crazy. It instantly reminds me of my past and I cannot stand it."What happened?" My father Leonardo got up from his seat and moved towards me. His hand touched my arm and I got pulled out of my crazy thoughts."Are you okay, Emilia?" He looked concerned. I don't even know how to respond him."Do you know Alessio?" He questioned with a doubt in his voice. If I were emotionally attached to this man I would have told him. But I don't know him and his intentions so I would rather not share my personal life and past with him.Also I am quite unaware whether Salvatore knows about my past and my marriage, and told my father.But his face seemed poker so I don't think he knows about Adriano and that he is aware of the fact that Alessio is Adriano's
"You have kids? I thought they were your flatmate's kids." My father asked with surprise. He thought that the kids belonged to Sofia."Aida and Emma are mine." I cleared him."You have two kids?" He raised his eyebrows."Well actually, I gave birth to Emma, and as for Aida, I adopted her as one of my own." I felt a little hesitant in giving him this information but I don't want to lie to anyone without a solid reason.We need hundreds of lies to cover up one lie. My brain is too exhausted taking care of the kids and doing the job, that I am in no mood create a whole story in my head that supports my lies."Why did you adopt her? Where are Aida's parents? Do you know them?" My father kept bombarding me with questions."And most importantly, are you married? Who is your husband? Who is the father of your child? Salvatore was capable enough to find you, but he has no idea about your marriage or children. Right, Salvatore?" My father turned and looked at Salvatore."I am quite unaware of i
The scent of dinner wafted through the air, the warmth of family is the most important thing to me now. As we gathered around the dining table.I tucked Aida and Emma, my two precious babies, as they sat side by side.They always sit next to each other, no matter how much they fight.As I served food to them their eyes lightened with anticipation. As I placed the plates in front of them, filled with their favorite meal, a familiar scenario unfolded."Aida, can I have a bite of your breadstick?" Emma's voice, sweet and demanding at the same time, filled the air.Emma always have to take the best part from her sister's plate. She is younger and does love her sister very much, but she is stubborn too.She has got quite an attitude too, just like her father, I thought to myself.But Aida is calm. She is the responsible elder sister, she responded with a patient smile, "Sure, Emma. Just take a little."Aida is soft spoken, but Emma never holds back while talking. Aida, turned out quite ca
3rd person POV-Emilia paced nervously in the living room. She wasn't able to fell asleep. She ran after Emma to correct her and tell her to apologise to Aida, but Emma turned out to be more stubborn than she had imagined. Emilia kept thinking about where is she doing wrong, with her parenting. Emma is a sweet child for majority of times, but when she starts the trouble, there is no going back. She is not easy to deal with.Emilia's mind was still reeling from the intense argument between her daughters. Her whole life revolved around Aida and Emma. When there is a small fight between them, it pains Emilia.Tucking Emma in her bed, kissing her good night Emilia approached Aida's room. She wanted to have a little chat with Aida. She wanted to tell Aida that she is going to fix everything.Emilia wanted to tell Aida, that she is not just her mother but also a friend. She wanted to clarify that both of them, Aida and Emma, have equal space in her heart.Emilia approached Aida's room and
Emilia's POV-I gasped, my hands shaking as I clutched the card. "No, it can't be. This is not possible."Remembering the thing written in the card, my brain stopped working.Past only remained of one name.Adriano. The name escaped my lips.He's gone. He's supposed to be gone!" Panic seized me, and I sank onto the couch.Aida, sensing my distress, looked up with innocence in her eyes. "Mommy, who's Adriano?"What shook me even more was Adriano's name coming out of her mouth.Aida doesn't remember anything of the past. She was a small kid back then. Se might have the idea but she seems to have forgotten about everything as she is growing older.I felt like I am losing my sense to communicate, my voice trembling, as I struggled to find the words. "He... he is no one, Aida. I don't know why I took that name.""Now Aida be a good girl and tell me what exactly happened. Who was that stranger? How did he look?" I questioned her."I don't know mommy. He was quite smart. I couldn't see much
Nights after the incident with Aida and that stranger, I couldn't sleep properly.Emma, Aida and I, we started sleeping in the same bedroom. I am afraid that the stranger might come again and take my kids away, or might harm them in any way.I started to get excessive dreams about Adriano and our married life. The mind games he used to play, the tricks he did, the way he manipulated me, the innumerous times he lied to me. I couldn't stop myself from venturing deep in those thoughts.'Stop overthinking about the past, you need to get over it. You cannot change what happened in the past, so instead of thinking about how bad things were, you should focus on keeping your children safe and away from every trouble.' I reminded myself.I registered a complaint in the police station, but no one cooperated with me. They said Aida is safe and sound, and she might be feeling bad as she had a fight with Emma on the same night, that's why she would have gone to the park. They completely neglected
I had no answers to Emma's questions. Her curiosity to know her father's name was big. I found myself failing to provide her with the necessary answers."Umm sweetheart, why don't you go and rest. Mommy is really tired today. Can we talk about this tomorrow. I had so much work today." I tried to dodge the question and change the subject.They nodded in agreement."What is happening Emilia?" Sofia bought a glass of water for me.I was feeling really hyper."Turns out we have a stalker. My children are in danger. And if I don't act now, it might lead to a dark future." I looked at her."It's stupidity to ignore this. We should not take anything lightly. Cops won't help us. I have kids, I cannot take the risk and try to find that person myself. If it would have been about myself I would have been fearless, but now I need to think about my kids too." I told Sofia.We both sat on the couch and discussed all the possible ways to keep ourselves safe.The thing that pricks me the most is that
“Miss, Emilia.” Salvatore greeted me as he opened the door of the black Porsche Panamera for me. I sat inside along with Aida and Emma.Sofia and her daughters were accompanying us in another car behind.I take the worst decisions. I should not be put in power to make decisions. Look here now, in order to run away from the stalker, I am shifting to my father’s house. Running from one problem and going straight into another.I sighed. I have prepared myself for it. Salvatore sat next to the driver, in the passenger seat and I adjusted in the rear with my girls.The more I try to run away from the life of crime and the underworld, the more I get sucked into it. My father is a mob boss, my husband was one too. It is overwhelming. The thought that I will be meeting my mother for the first time scares me a little, I don’t feel ready about it. “So?” Salvatore tried to make a conversation. “What made you change your mind? Started loving your daddy dear?” He mocked me. I was really surpri