ROSALIA's POV ---------------- I could not trust my eyes at that moment. "You have no fucking idea how much I want to kill you right now" Daniel seethed in front of me while I was still not able to process his unanticipated presence. He swept me off my feet with a sudden pull towards him. "Corri, se non vuoi che ti svuoti questa pistola nella testa." Daniel bellowed at them making me flinch. There was a gun in his other hand to my horror. (Run if you don't want me to empty this gun in your head) "tu donna avida! ti ho detto di acconsentire più velocemente." That man spat at his woman but they wasted no second in rushing away from there while arguing with each other. (you greedy woman! I told you to agree faster) I was this close to getting in my desired way. Then this had to happen! "Get in the car", He commanded me the next moment, pointing his gun towards a black car behind him. I could not help but shake my head with complete disagreement while attempting to jer
ROSALIA's POV -------------- Instead of the airport or any transportal place, Daniel stopped his car's engine right in front of a tall building that was under construction. I moved my eyeballs upwards but could not see the end of it from inside the car. Within a heartbeat I found Daniel opening the door of my side. "Please just let me go!" I almost cried to him. Why did he bring me here? Perhaps planning to kill me by pushing me off the highest floor. He broke me out of my thoughts by pulling me out of the car instantly. Another similar car was also parked nearby, I noticed. My heart began racing at a rapid pace. That means someone else is also present here! What if it's Kevin? Paying no attention to my continuous pleadings Daniel got us inside the lift of that building and pressed the floor number 12. Eventually, one by one, floors were passing, moving the lift upwards, and my apprehensions were going higher as well. I fear what will I answer to Kevin! I will not be able
ROSALIA's POV ---------------"Did your beloved father not tell you that he is the one responsible for trying to kill you back on that day." Kevin informed. He is not lying. Dad tried to sell me for money. So it won't surprise me that he tried to kill me. But I wanted to know the reason. "Why did he do that?" I questioned. "Simply because you were with me." He answered, looking back at Dad and clenched his jaws in anger. "He was the one who fucking poisoned my mother for money with the help of our enemies, then hid here for years, and now was planning to sell you to them after discovering that you are my wife. I don't think this traitor deserves any less than lifelong lavish torture." Kevin declared with quieted anger. "Not only that, he married again here in Italy, but also before separating from your mother. So that Luca is apparently your father's stepson that means your stepbrother." Daniel spoke from our side. I looked at Dad, whose face had no source of regret in
*warning - sensitive stuff* ROSALIA's POV ---------------- I lowered my hand and brought it closer to my face. Pressing the gun against the side of my head, I asserted, "If you don't let me go, I'll kill myself." I was petrified, pulsating and my heart was hammering against my daring chest in fear. This is a sin that I can never commit. But at that moment, I needed to hold myself strong enough to not portray any of the emotions that were going through my mind. When I looked up, that taken aback, disturbed look could be seen on Kevin's face. My sudden stunt had unexpectedly turned the situation in my favour and caught him off guard. "Rosalia! Have you lost your fucking mind? The safety is not on. It's dangerous. Lower your hand immediately!" Kevin yelled at me. I had no knowledge about this 'safety' thing but it was definitely something that threw him in a position of difficulty. So I did not oblige. Seems like Kevin Knight did not like the taste of his own medicine.
ROSALIA'S POV --------------- Wasting no time, I pressed the button of the ground floor with a shaky finger. "No matter what route you take, Rosalia. Remember that your destination will always be me." These were the last words that rang in my ear before the door closed and the lift started accelerating downwards. I slowly moved my fingers away from the trigger and took my hand down releasing a sigh of relief. This construction area was huge and I could not see the stairs. Maybe the staircases are not yet made or it was there but did not appear in my sight. Whatever it may be it'll take them much more time to reach the ground floor without the lift. Upon arriving at the ground floor, I found some electrical panels on the walls. I kept flipping off whatever circuit breakers I found on them. With the last switch, the power of the ground floor also went out. The lift must have stopped working also due to the power cut. Following the dim lights that were coming from the road
Part one of the story ends here. The second part of the story starts after a four-month gap.
Author's POV ------------- The little boy huffed! His eager eyes were rounding all over the little flower shop. Every single day for more than two months this tiny tot is trying to uncover the angel who always keeps his favourite chocolate muffins available on the small counter of this shop without any missing. How does she always get to know when he will come to the shop and what muffins he likes? He always wonders. So today he is determined and single-headed.. he won't return home until he gets to meet the angel muffin. "Tua madre deve essere preoccupata per te, piccolo" The middle-aged lady sitting against the cash counter warily spoke. Without any second thought, she knew all the efforts of this curious little boy would go in vain like every day. She herself is trying her best to make the new member of her home socialise with the neighbourhood but she is rigid against doing so. (Your mom must be worried about you, baby) "Voglio incontrarla subito" The boy being extreme
Author's POV ------------ Every time Rose replays her past in her mind, a part of her swells with gratefulness for this motherly woman. She would have lost trust in humanity and good people if Agatha had not saved and sheltered her that night. She still vividly remembers the moment when she slipped near the pavement while running away from her husband, she fell, she bled until her lower portion was drenched with the blood of her baby. The bleeding did not stop, but she slowly lost consciousness in physical pain, in grief, which was more than any other pain. The next time she woke up she found herself lying on a hospital bed with Agatha on her side. Agatha informed Rose how she found her on the road while she was on her way back home. Being not able to control, Rose broke down in front of her. Told her the fretful events that she had gone through which made her end up on the road like that. Rose was apprehensive, sunken in dread as she assumed Agatha would definitely hand her ove