(Renata Pellegrini)“Put it on!” Tiago throws a bag in my direction, I make no effort to grab it, I let it fall at my feet.He leaves the room and locks the door from the outside. It's been half an hour since I got off that helicopter, I threw up twice and now I'm wearing only a robe. I have no idea where I am, I passed out after being slapped in the face for throwing up on it twice.I pick up the bag from the floor and pull out the clothes, my heart bleeding at the sight of the completely white dress, I lay it on the bed and touch the little stones that adorn the heart-shaped neckline. It looks like a princess dress, full of frills that go all the way to the floor.Unable to control the tears, and consequently also unable to control the sobs, I sit down on the floor supporting my back on the bed.I always wanted to get married, to wear a dress as beautiful as that and be happy with my family, I thought I would marry Filippo, sweet illusion... He abandoned me, he just had fun with me
(Filippo Valentini)Even with a bullet lodged in my arm and blood dripping out of my left eye from the blow I took to the forehead with an iron bar, what pains me the most is to see her face swollen - clearly because she was beaten - and completely wet with tears. I feel hatred coursing through my veins.“Togliete le mani da mia donna!” - "Get your hands off my wife!", I say blunt angrily as I raise my gun, pointing it at the worm holding Renata by the waist.“Did you know it's ugly to show up at a party you weren't invited to, ragazzo?” Tiago sneers as he points the gun at Renata's head. “But your priest didn't have enough time to educate you, did he? Poor man, he died too young.”“Kidnapping another man's fiancée is not polite.” I fight back and unlock the gun, hearing the sound of his gun doing the same thing, I control myself not to show nervousness.I need to keep cool; the plan must go forward.“Oh, so you found out. But it's too late now, she has accepted and is now my wife.” H
(Renata Pellegrini)I feel my hair shiver as I feel Filippo's touch on my waist, God! How I missed those hands. Controlling the sigh of joy at having him so close once again, I look from his hand to his face and Filippo's jaw is clenched, I see it in his eyes, his hand clasps my waist even tighter. I stare at the figure of a gentleman standing in the middle of the room and his eyes are fixed on Filippo, it looks like they are dueling.The gray-haired gentleman is the first to break the exchange of glances, his eyes land on me and a shadow of a smile appears, but soon disappears. For a moment, I think I see pain in his gaze, as if upon seeing me, bad memories are tormenting him.“I heard that they went to rescue my granddaughter, so I came to get her.” You speak, Filippo's grip increases.“She won't go anywhere with you, Dominic.” Filippo says and I just listen to the strange conversation between them. Who are they talking about? I want to pull away, but Filippo seems to be trying to p
(Renata Pellegrini)I stare at the object in his hands, I don't know why, but my heart squeezes, I have no idea what he has on the other side and for some inexplicable reason I feel... afraid? But I'm already in deep shit anyway. I take the picture frame and turn it over, I lock my jaw as I recognize the male figure in the picture... it's my father... he's holding a baby and next to him is a woman, I feel my heart beating faster, it's like I'm looking in a mirror...“That woman…” I start to speak, but Vicenzo interrupts me.“Marieta Martinelli, the principessa della famiglia Martinelli.” He speaks. “Your mother gave her life for you.”“I-that can't be true.” I speak nervously. “I am Brazilian, I was born and raised in Brazil, I…”“You are Italian, you were born here, in Italy, your priest ran away with you to Brazil.”“This can't be true…” I say, still staring at the picture frame in my hands.“Haven't you ever found it strange that your father's name is not on your documents?” Vincen
(Renata Pellegrini)“I... don't want to talk to you.” I say and look away, I know that it is not fair to judge someone without first hearing the other side of the story, and I also have no reason to believe Vincenzo, but the memories are too strong.“Understand, I know…” Dominic starts to speak.“She said no.” Vicenzo interrupts him roughly, emphasizing my answer. “It's time to go home, Dominic.”“I'm not leaving here without la mia nipotina!” - “My granddaughter," Dominic says authoritatively. “And don't give me that she said no, here the woman only has speech if her guardian allows it, and I am her guardian. You know how things work…”“You are not mine!” I shout and stand up. “I don't even know who you are, how do you think you can have any kind of authority over me?”“I am your nonno!” - “Grandpa,”- “I have been looking for you for many years.”“You are nothing to me!” I speak with disgust, I may not have heard his side of the story, but just the fact that he is treating me like an
(Renata Pellegrini)I watch a woman in uniform place the food on my plate, the smell of lasagna permeating my nostrils, makes my stomach churn. I can't even remember the last time I ate.I can't help the memories; this is the second dish my father loved to make.If it were back then, I would feel shy to have someone putting the food out for me, as if I were an invalid, but after going out so much with Filippo to restaurants, social business dinners, I've gotten used to it. And that's how I see this house, it's just a place that I'm visiting, soon I'll be away from here.I feel like protesting about the amount put on my plate, but I need to maintain etiquette. As soon as the woman leaves the dining room, I start to eat. Unfortunately for etiquette, I can't keep my cool and eat quickly, I don't think it took me even a minute to finish the small slice.“Did it taste good?” Dominic speaks up, reminding me of his existence.“It was edible.” I speak trying to sound cold, but I wanted to say
(Filippo Valentini)After the doctor was done with my arm, I stared at the gate for a few more hours in a false hope that she would come back. But that didn't happen, that piece of shit managed to take her from me and right now they are so angry that I am using all my self-control not to go breaking everything.“Filippo, come to dinner.” Lais' voice had my concentration on the gate.“I'm not hungry.” I say without looking at her.The baby starts crying in her lap, this makes me look away and seeing my brother Matteo's wife with the baby in her arms, trying to make her stop crying while speaking sweet words makes my thoughts return to Renata. In a few months, the baby will be out of her belly, in her arms, she will look lovingly at the child... a child that may not be mine, but I will take over.“What happened? Vicenzo also said he is not hungry and locked himself in the office. You went out and came back bathed in blood.”“I thought the only thing you paid attention to was this baby.”
(Renata Pellegrini)“His gaze is just like mia sorella's.” - 'my sister', the voice of a strange man behind me makes me startle, I look back and the first thing I see is his well defined abdomen, I raise my gaze and as I fix my sights on his face I feel my whole face heat up with embarrassment.I look away and lower my head, gosh, that's the man I caught upstairs with the woman tied up! I hope she didn't see me.“Demetrius, figlio. - 'son', Dominic says, that makes me understand that the man I've caught is my zio! 'uncle'. Good heavens! How embarrassing!“Won't you look at me, mia nipote?” - 'my niece'. Demetrius says.I close my eyes tightly and take a deep breath, turn around and face him.“You look just like my fratella.” Demetrius says and holds my mother, and at the same moment I pull him away, only he and God knows where he had his hands, and from his few clothes - just a robe over a pair of shorts - I'm sure he hasn't showered or washed his hands. “But unlike her, you are not s