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YEARS AGO•••The sleek, unmistakable lines of a black McLaren, its tires purring with power pulled up in front of the grandest estate in the city. The house was owned by Carlotta, the midwife who had nurtured Alberto's early years. It was a symbol of gratitude, a gift from Alberto. Despite being surrounded by staff and security, Carlotta often complained about the emptiness in the house. Alberto had moved to his own house long ago, but visited regularly, ensuring her company four times in a month. This was one of such occasions.As the car came to a stop, Alberto emerged, his tall and imposing frame unfolding from the driver's seat. Inky dark hair. Piercing eyes. Strong jawline. A face so exquisitely chiseled, it only belonged to one person, Alberto.His muscles rippled beneath the fabric of his neatly tailored, charcoal-gray suit, accentuating his broad shoulders and chiseled physique. A crisp white shirt, adorned with a slim silver tie, added a touch of elegance. As he strode towa
𝐴𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡 18𝑡ℎ, 1977𝐼 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝐴𝑙𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑜, 𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐷𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑠 𝑎 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎 𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑. 𝐼𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. ⎯⎯Alberto continued to translate the diary, his eyes scanning the pages until he reached the next entry about himself. He had skipped over the passages detailing her personal struggles and the fray in her romantic relationships, eager to learn more about his own history and the secrets she had kept from him. ⎯⎯ 𝐴𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡 25, 1977𝑇𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑖?
𝐴𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑙 6𝑡ℎ, 1982𝑇𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝐴𝑙𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠. 𝐼 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 𝑐𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦. 𝐻𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒. 𝐼 𝑓𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑, 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑.𝑁𝑜𝑤, 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑦. 𝐻𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚.𝑇ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑠ℎ 𝑡𝑟𝑢?
Carlotta wiped her tears, her expression filled with sadness. "She wanted nothing, but for you to be safe and protected. She was dying and knew she wouldn't be there to shield you from the world you were born into. She wanted you to live a peaceful life, free from the dangers and secrets that came with your family name.""But my father, the Mafia Lord..."She walked closer to him. "She didn't trust he would protect you enough""I'm his heir...""Your father already had a son with his Mistress and was grooming him to take over. Your mother feared the deadly power struggle that would ensue, and didn't want you to be dragged into it." Carlotta gripped his arm, her eyes pleading. "Do not engage with them, I beg of you. Do not let your mother's dying wish and all my efforts to protect you be for nothing. You've built a peaceful and successful life here, you do not need to go back there. Do not risk all you've worked so hard for, everything you've accomplished. Most of all, do not risk your
"Your father is waiting in his study" Rosana looked down at the luggage she was holding and sighed. She couldn't help wondering why her father urgently needed her in his study. What could be so important? She wasn't even allowed to drop her bags before her mother conveyed the message. "Is anything the problem, Mammà?" "No, absolutely not," Aria responded with a faux smile. She looked worried and anxious and Rosana could tell because she kept rubbing her hands. She gave her mother a suspicious look and turned to look around. Surely, this was not the atmosphere she expected to meet after being away for the past three years. "I will drop my bags first and then I will meet him in the study" Aria smiled and returned to the kitchen while Rosana headed up the stairs. Once inside her room, she smiled and dropped her bags on the neatly dressed bed. The room was clean which meant that Aria had taken care of it in preparation for her homecoming. Rosana looked at the ring on her middle fing
"Ro, la facciamo?" Sergio asked and held out his right hand. He was now standing beside her, facing her. He was cut an imposing figure, his tall frame encased in a black suit that spelled splendor. The fabric clung to his well-muscled chest, and the first three buttons were left undone, revealing intricate tattoos that snaked up his chest. The sight made her edgy but she couldn't look away. He wasn't even wearing a tie. Why her? She kept asking herself. How could her father do this to her? How could he force her to marry someone she didn't even love? Someone that looked deadly? Someone that spelled terror? She had always wanted to marry Allen and none other. But standing before the congregation, dressed in a white wedding gown and standing beside a man who was not Allen broke her frantic heart. Her eyes twitched, threatening to spill tears but she clicked her tongue with her teeth and tried to stop it. Her trick worked. Even if she cried in front of everyone, it wouldn't change a
Rosana followed him quietly. She was too traumatized to speak or notice that he was holding her with his bloodied hand. The same hand he had used in pulling out the man's heart.When they finally arrived in their bedroom, Sergio opened the door and ushered her in. "Welcome home!"She looked around the room in fright and finally turned to look at him. He was still standing behind the closed door, not making any attempt to step further into the room. She lowered her gaze to his hands and shivered when she saw it covered in blood."Why?" She croaked, tears shimmering in her eyes. "Why did you kill him?""He deserved to die, Amore""Aveva una famiglia" [He had a family]Sergio scoffed and started walking towards her, causing her heartbeat to accelerate unusually. She took a step backward, trying to avoid him. If she had her way, she would've vanished completely."Do not try to run away from me, Bambolina" He groaned and took another step closer but she stepped away. She was shaking visibly
NEXT-MORNINGAfter tossing and turning in bed countlessly, Rosana was finally able to sleep at dawn. She had expected Sergio to join her in bed but he didn't. How could he when he had his Mistress with him?Soft beams of morning glow fell into the room, causing her to stir a bit. She didn't have enough sleep and that was because she didn't want any. How could she sleep peacefully after what she witnessed when she first arrived?Besides, she had not forgotten the deadly look on his face after she slapped him. Rosana sighed and rubbed her eyes lazily. She was not fully awake but she could sense another presence in the room. Someone else was in the room, beside her. Immediately, she forced her eyes open and the first person she saw was Sergio.He sat beside her on the edge of the bed with a glass of whiskey, watching her with a pair of soul-piercing dark metallic eyes. Rosana forced herself not to stare at him. He was shirtless and beautiful, even with the inks all over him but he looked