BIANCA Me and Lucia were in my room. We were so happy about this. I can't believe my sister has been right in front of my eyes. We didn't say a word to each other. "I can't believe your mom would do such a thing to us. When I met your mom, she said she was willing to adopt me and fight for my father's property that was stolen by my step-aunty. I had no choice 'cause I was looking for my only family, you," she explained. I wiped my tears away. I sobbed. So this is why Mom was hiding this from me, because of my Dad's wealth. I sighed. "I recently just found out about you from our step-cousin, Lorenzo. He told me about the death of Dad and who killed him," I told her. "Lorenzo? As in, Lorenzo from my class?" She asked. I nodded. "Wow. Wait, Dad was killed? I thought it was an accident," she stated. I nodded my head at her. "I just found out about that too," I replied. "I'm happy that I finally got the chance to meet you," she grinned. We hugged each other. Milo stared at us from
THIRD PERSON'S POV **FORESHADOW**Antonella, Bianca's mother was on her way to meet an unknown number that had been disturbing her for weeks now about hurting her daughter if she didn't show up. She's been devastated. She knew she had to protect her daughter at all costs. She got into her car. She didn't tell anyone where it was going. She was threatened not to let anyone know. She drove downtown towards the location her map was taking her to. As soon as she made it to the expressway. The red light hit the traffic light, indicating she should stop. Her phone started ringing. She pulled it out of her bag to see it was Alejandro, Milo's father.Before she could answer the call, a big truck cleared her car from the side, sending it into the air. The car tumbled around and hit the ground. Unfortunately, her car was the only car on that particular expressway. The truck drove off. *****EARLIER THAT WEEK"What was happening here?" Mr Rossi asked his girlfriend. She sighed. "Anton
BIANCAI can't believe we are actually moving into stranger's house, I haven't even met this man. I only saw him on mom's phone and it clearly looks like he's not a picture person.Mom said he is her boyfriend and they have been dating for two years now and he wanted her to move in with his family. They call them the Rossi.It really hurts that mom moved on after Dad passed away. We actually had nothing, dad tried so hard to pay school fees. He had a car accident when we was going for a job interview in a taxi.Now, here we are, in this way expensive looking car. Mom said he's filthy rich, like..... Rich with a capital letter 'r'. But I know that's not why she wants him. She even had to teach me etiquette because of this. It seems like this man is a royal boring freak. We were heading straight to the so-called mansion Mom said we were going. I didn't talk to her since the ride started and I knew she got the message a while ago. I heard that this man has triplet girls and a son. Acco
BIANCAHonestly, this place feels safe and cozy. I took a quick shower in my luxurious bathroom...... or should I say en suite. But one thing I reminded myself is not to get to comfortable.I don't still agree with all this people. I don't need a big brother nor little sisters. I'm an only child to the Moretti family. I actually got used to the stairs. It was long but I didn't actually care a bit anymore cause I realized it was just stairs. I noticed the living room has CCTV but the upstairs doesn't. Weird.I walked towards the living room but no one was there. I saw a maid. "Excuse me, please where's the dinning room?" I asked."Oh, its this door ma'am" she pointed to right opposite the kitchen hall way. I opened the door and walked in. All eyes fell on me.I walked towards a free seat, ignoring Mr. Rossi's glare. "We were waiting for you Bianca" he spoke. "I lost my way here, I'm sorry" I replied. Mom was shocked when I said I'm sorry."I'm sure you learned etiquette. We don't sh
EMILIO "I heard you got a sissy now, is she cute?" Lorenzo asked. I feel like blowing is face off. Why must he bring up Bianca. I'm so sick if being in the same house with the girl. "Can you fucking not talk about her?" I asked. I sigh. He smirked at me."Can I hook up with her?" He bite his lips. My blood was boiling. I held his shirt."What's fucking wrong with you? Do you even know what she's going through right now?" I said out of anger. He raised his hand in surrender. He chuckles after I let him go."Fine, Mr overprotective. But what is she going through?" He asked. I close my eyes and sigh. Why did I tell him that.BIANCA It's really boring in this house. I finished studying and there's nothing else I can do. They had dropped my uniforms for me. It seems they do delivery in that school, I also got my locker number and my classroom. Mom said the name of the school is Royal High and it's not far from home so it's safe. I don't know if it's a good idea. She also said if I'm b
BIANCAThe look on everyon's face was priceless, like I just did a miracle. How long has he had dinner with his family? Mom stared at me like i just did the impossible. I looked at Emilio, but he only walks past me. He took a seat next to Arianna. I shrugged and walked over to my seat. Mom held my hand. I looked next to me to see her grining at me. "How did you do it?" Mom asked in a whispering tone. I rolled my eyes."You guys could've just asked him to have dinner with you all......." I trailed off, strugging my shoulder. "Easy peasy" I said. "Good evening sir" Milo greeted his father, Mr Rossi didn't even give him a look which was sad. In a way, i actually feel bad for Milo. Everyone started eating their meal and fucking gracious its delicious. My gaze moved over to Milo again, he was busy feeding his little sister Arianna who was still shocked at his presence.Mom felt the tention in the air and I felt it too that they both were'nt comfortable around each other. Mom finally spok
BIANCAHonestly, at some point it was really fun walking around the hall by myself but I think I'm lost. Milo could have just escorted me to the principal's office. I don't really know where I am. "Hi" I turn around to the voice. A girl with green emerald eyes was smiling right at me. I smiled right back at her."Hi, I'm Bianca" I replied. She grin even more."You must be Emilio's step sister. It's nice to meet you, Bianca......I'm Sofia, by the way. Milo wanted me to help you out" she said. I felt relieved when she said that. "C'mon" she said. I followed her as she tells me the areas that we are passing. This place is really huge. We finally made it to the lockers. Honestly, I forgot I had my locker code. "Your locker code was sent to your email, right?" She asked. I nod and pulled out my phone to check the message. I saw my locker number and that's when my eyes looked up to search the lockers. "717" I whispered. Sofia started looking for it."Here it is!" she exclaimed. I walked
BIANCA Presently, we were at Milo's table. The girl named Blakely smiles at me creepily. I tried as much as possible not to make eye contact with her. "So........ how old are you?" She uttered. I looked at Milo first but he was on his phone. "I'll be seventeen soon" I replied. She nods as if trying to process something. Milo looks at me, more like glere at me. Did I say something wrong. "Wow..... how long have you been his sister? You know, I was not aware that he has a little sister" she said. Okay, this is getting annoying."Who are you to know?" I blurted out. They all looked at me like I said the unexpected. "I mean, not everyone knows" I corrected. "I am more closer to Milo here, so I need to know everything that goes on in his life" she said. Milo and his friends let out a mocking laugh. He recomposed. I really didn't know he had dimples. So fucking hot. "Fuck off, Blakely" he said to the embarrassed girl. She glared at him. "What? I'm only trying to know the relationship
THIRD PERSON'S POV **FORESHADOW**Antonella, Bianca's mother was on her way to meet an unknown number that had been disturbing her for weeks now about hurting her daughter if she didn't show up. She's been devastated. She knew she had to protect her daughter at all costs. She got into her car. She didn't tell anyone where it was going. She was threatened not to let anyone know. She drove downtown towards the location her map was taking her to. As soon as she made it to the expressway. The red light hit the traffic light, indicating she should stop. Her phone started ringing. She pulled it out of her bag to see it was Alejandro, Milo's father.Before she could answer the call, a big truck cleared her car from the side, sending it into the air. The car tumbled around and hit the ground. Unfortunately, her car was the only car on that particular expressway. The truck drove off. *****EARLIER THAT WEEK"What was happening here?" Mr Rossi asked his girlfriend. She sighed. "Anton
BIANCA Me and Lucia were in my room. We were so happy about this. I can't believe my sister has been right in front of my eyes. We didn't say a word to each other. "I can't believe your mom would do such a thing to us. When I met your mom, she said she was willing to adopt me and fight for my father's property that was stolen by my step-aunty. I had no choice 'cause I was looking for my only family, you," she explained. I wiped my tears away. I sobbed. So this is why Mom was hiding this from me, because of my Dad's wealth. I sighed. "I recently just found out about you from our step-cousin, Lorenzo. He told me about the death of Dad and who killed him," I told her. "Lorenzo? As in, Lorenzo from my class?" She asked. I nodded. "Wow. Wait, Dad was killed? I thought it was an accident," she stated. I nodded my head at her. "I just found out about that too," I replied. "I'm happy that I finally got the chance to meet you," she grinned. We hugged each other. Milo stared at us from
MILOI stood up from my seat. "Mom?" I called. Her face fell in an instant. She looked at me like I just said the most emotional thing. My mother's name is Geneva Rossi. "You are my mother, right?" I asked. She gulped. "I don't think you should be saying this, Emilio," Mr Marco said. My heartbeat picked up. The lady was dragged away by him. She kept looking at me. I wanted to go after her, but Lucia held my hand. I looked around to see that I'd drawn attention to myself. I looked at Lucia and pointed to the direction the woman went. "That is -" I said. My eyes were becoming watery. "I know. But you need to calm down, okay?" She said. "If she is your mom, the Emilio Rossi standing in front of me right now, she would have held you and told you that she's sorry. But Milo, even if that lady is your real mother, she's not your mom," she said. She's right, Mom is dead. I remembered when she was buried. Should I tell Dad? No, he'll think I'm going crazy. I'm starting to think I am. "S
MILOI stared at the so-called therapist who was seated in front of me. "Good day, Mr Rossi. I heard you're having trouble sleeping," she asked. I didn't say a word. "Could you like, open up to me. I'm gonna keep it confidential." Was she bribed or what? "Why can't you sleep?" She asked. "Why? You wanna sleep with me?" I asked. I eyed the lady and instantly regretted it. Her body was wrinkled everywhere. I grimaced. She sighed out of annoyance. "Mr Rossi, it seems like you don't want to open up to me. It's alright though. I'm just trying to help," she started grabbing her things. I sighed. She is just doing her job and I'm being fuckin rude. "I miss my mother," I spoke. She looked at me. She dropped her stuff. "She always sang me to sleep every night. Ever since she died, I felt like I died too. If I try too, I'll see her in my dreams staring at me and saying she's not dead." This was something childish, but still considered myself a child then. She jotted down some t
BIANCA He came a little bit closer to me. I couldn't look at him. "What are you keeping from me?" He asked. I gulped. "I can't tell you. I'm sorry," I replied. He stared at me for a few seconds. "Is it that bad that you're afraid to tell me?" He asked. I couldn't answer him. I don't want stuff like that coming out of my mouth. "Just tell me..... I won't get angry, " He insisted. I still couldn't. He will get angry, and I know that. He sighed. "I'm not hungry anymore. Take the fucking food and leave. You killed my appetite," he said. I looked at him in shock. "But you haven't eaten anything...." I trailed off. He looked at me with an angry-looking face. "Did you hear what I said, take the food and get out of my room. You're right, I shouldn't trust you. You were just a tool that I used," he said. I felt tears in my eyes instantly. I didn't think he would say that to me. I hiccuped. I grabbed whatever I could and started walking towards the exit. "Let's not talk or see ea
THIRD PERSON'S POV Arianna and Alessia cried as Milo was still on the ground unconsciously. People were already gathering around. Andrea was smart enough. She grabbed their tablet and FaceTime her Dad. "Pick up, Dad," she mumbled. He picked up immediately. "Dad," she called with a panicked tone. *Princess, are you okay?* He asked as he stared at her scared face. *What's going on there?* he asked. "Daddy, Milo is unconscious on the ground," she cried. Mr Rossi immediately got on his feet with panic written all over his face. *Where are you guys now?* he asked her as he was already heading out of his office. Andrea looked around. "We are at Sammy's ice cream shop outdoor table," she explained. He told his driver to start the car. "Give me five minutes, baby. I'm on my way." He replied before he hung up. He called Aunt Angela to hurry up as well so that she could get the kids back homeThe driver took him to the ice cream shop. Thank goodness it was close by. He soon started
BIANCA Lorenzo and I sat there in silence. I was looking for a way to compose my words. I was the one who wanted to talk, but in the end, I couldn't even form any words. "Did Milo tell you?" He asked. I looked at him immediately. I nodded my head. "It is a small word, isn't it?" I asked. He nodded. "I'm sorry about your father. He was a great man." He replied. I furrowed my brows."You knew my Dad?" I asked. He nodded with a smile. He looked at the floor of the hallway. "He came over once. He bought me a lot of gifts. I knew he was my uncle, but I forgot about him since I only met him once," he spoke. "He bought me ice cream, we went to watch movies." He remembers old memories. "That must have been nice," I replied. He nodded. "Does.....she live with you?" I asked. He looked at me."Yeah," he replied. "What are you gonna do now?" I asked. I could only think of the worst for that lady. "Bianca, I don't want to get you mixed up with any bad stuff. But, I'll make sure she p
BIANCA Milo didn't know what to say. Judging by my silence, he knew this was not the time to say anything. I was trying to process all this. My father was murdered by his stepsister. "How did he know?" I uttered after a while of silence. He sighed and looked at me. "He lives with her. He figured out a lot of things recently. The death of his father. His twin brother. His mom is late......your father," he explained. Does he have a twin? "Is....." I have a feeling that what I'm about to ask is what I'm thinking. "...my Mom's aware of it?" I asked. He looked at his feet. "Judging by what Lorenzo said, she knew all along," he replied. Anger filled my body. I stood up, but Milo pushed me down by my wrist. I landed on the couch. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked. I glared at him. "I'm gonna ask her why she didn't tell me," I told him. He shook his head. "I'm not sure that's the best move," he stated. "You're angry right now. You should talk to her like mother and daughte
DAMIEN I headed back home soon. The party was very boring for a reason. Ever since I met Layla, I've not been able to approach any girl. They don't look attractive the way she is. I headed upstairs to my room. I opened the door and noticed she was asleep. I didn't want to disturb her, so I headed to the closet. I pulled off my clothes and shoes. I wore sports shorts and a tank top. I walked out. I walked to the bathroom and washed my face and hair. I dried them both and walked out. She was sitting on the bed. I walked over to her. "Did I wake you up?" I asked as I got on the bed. She shook her head. "I was just restless....." she replied. I smiled and held her closer to me. "Can I ask you a question?" She spoke. I furrowed my brows and nodded. I wonder what she wants to know. "Can you tell me about your mom?" She stated. My face fell. "Is it a sensitive question?" She asked. "Oh, it's not. It's just that no one has asked me that question. Not even my brother. It's tough." I s