“Luna…!” I sobbed, collapsing onto the cold, unforgiving pavement, barely avoiding the indifferent gaze of the crowd. “I...I desperately fought to hold her back. I begged her to remain by my side,” I wailed, my tears blurring the world around me. With every strike of my trembling hands against the unyielding ground, my heart shattered into a million irreparable fragments. *** When Luna was killed, Ginevra’s life turned upside down. Luna was her everything, not just a sister. The bond she shared with her was beyond the world’s imagination. When she tried to commit suicide, she found solace in the care of Emiliano who saved her from drowning. She later got married to him. Then Luna returned in the body of a familiar face. Her mind is set on revenge that will either brighten Ginevra’s future or ruin it completely.
View MoreWhen Luna was killed, Ginevra’s life turned upside down. Luna was her everything, not just a sister. The bond she shared with her was beyond the world’s imagination. When she tried to commit suicide, she found solace in the care of Emiliano who saved her from drowning. She later got married to him.
Then Luna returned in the body of a familiar face. Her mind is set on revenge that will either brighten Ginevra’s future or ruin it completely.*********************~Ginevra~It was still early in the morning. The snow was vivid, drifting drops of cold water on my skin. I got goosebumps, on my arms and face. My legs were already benumbed as I stood over the cliff, staring mutely at the ocean and across the valley. My eyes were red and aching. Blinking became a hard task for me. The painful sensation in my red eyeballs was more than what the cold was causing me. I stood there, finding it hard to keep my gaze because of the snowdrops, and shutting my eyes because of the shooting pain. My arms were crossed firmly across my chest, I was trying to blanket myself from the freezing temperature. It seemed my heart was frozen too, I couldn’t feel it beat in my chest. Am I dead or pained? I wondered in my head. Just once and the question echoed repeatedly in my head.My skin looked malnourished. I was frail and thin. My skin was losing its vitality. My once glowing flawless skin was now blemished with hyperpigmentation. I was shivering. I had a persistent knot in my stomach, my stomach growled, fluttered, and prompted a sharp pain. Was it hunger? I don’t remember the last time I ate food. It has been water upon the water. I felt a sharp, agitated sensation across my stomach and all organs in my anatomy. Yes, it was hunger, but that doesn’t matter right now. I just wanted to end it all; the pain, the frustration, and now the hunger. I was quivering from the aches. To me, they have to be an end to all that I was feeling. The next thing that came to my mind was to jump. Yes, I got to jump. They have to be a soul in my body that’s causing me to feel all these awful things happening to me. Ending it was certainly the solution.I took two steps forward. Courage surged through me. I let go of my crossed arms. I swallowed hard even though it was painful. My throat was dry. I wanted to jump but I couldn’t bring myself to lift my feet off the snowy cliff. I leaned forward, fear crept back into me, and my courage shrank. The voice from inside was encouraging me not to jump while the outer voice urges me to jump. I inhaled the moist air which seems to be blocking my nose from breathing. I exhaled heavily and then closed my eyes. I allowed myself to walk freely forward, taking each step after a minute. Fate has it, I stumbled over a rock and I found myself flying in the air. I was honestly jumping. My eyes were still closed, I couldn’t help but scream in fear as the wind blew me away. The next contact on my skin was water. So cold, I shivered. I was in the ocean. My head was throbbing with severe pain. I had hit my head against a rock in the ocean. I wanted to open my eyes, yet failed as I discovered I was slowly drifting away to something like sleep. Was I going to sleep in the ocean or die? I was drowning. I heard the sound of bubbles forming in my mouth. I had drank a gallon of water already. I never learned how to swim. Was I going to swell up, then burst? How do people die by drowning? Those questions only popped up in my head with no answers. My arms were spread out. My feet were neither touching the underwater nor was my head popping out. I was hanging suspended in the middle of the ocean.As I tried to apprehend my present situation and anticipate what was going to happen next, I felt something like a wall behind me. No, not a wall, the thing that came behind me had arms that got wrapped around my body. Water mermaids? I inwardly gasped. As I gradually drifted unconscious, my suspended body began moving up the ocean. The sun pierced through the water to my face. Indeed, I was dead and the angels are giving me a flight to heaven. Whatever it was, till I woke up. That was all I could remember.***After what seemed like ages, I was awake. I opened my eyes, blinking severally to clear my vision. My eyes darted around the awesome room. Yes, a room. The wall was painted with nautical blue and off-white. The bed I was laying on was soft, spacious, high on a plank of wood, and covered with white bedclothes while I was covered in a floral duvet. The vanity table was a distance away from the bed. There were beautiful artistic frames on the wall. One contained a painting with a blue ocean and a golden sun reflecting on it. The other was a forest painting, a phoenix was seated on one of the forest trees. The others were just paintings of ancient Greek women barely wearing anything. The one I kept my gaze on was the forest painting, particularly the phoenix. I have heard amazing stories about the century-old bird. A mythological bird said to be the only one of its kind, which lives for 500 years and then dies by burning to ashes on a pyre of its own making, ignited by the sun. It then arises anew from the ashes.That was by the way, where was I? I sat up on the bed with my hand palpating my head. Why was my head spinning? I got a bandage strapped around my head. I was wounded. I got bruises on my left arm, and my right leg was strapped, too. My whole body was aching. Oh, my God! Why didn’t I notice? My dress has changed. I was wearing flared gown the last time. Now I was putting on a long sleeve button-down shirt with a pair of black bum shorts. I tried to get off the bed, but my leg hurts. I dropped my feet down on the tiled floor carefully. I forced myself up, supporting my body with my right palm resting against the headboard. I limped on one foot to the door. As my hand went on the door handle to open it, the doorknob turned, and the door creaked open, hitting my fragile body on the floor. I was now seated on the floor like a baby. My body aches, yet I couldn’t cry. A guy came in, crouching down to my level.“Hey, you all right?” he asked, cupping my face in his hands, checking my bruised arm, my bandaged head, and everywhere. I sat confused, staring at him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were awake,” he apologized.I could see compassion in his dark, yet bright eyes. His dark hair was left to cascade around his shoulders, wavy short, and silky. His Roman nose was perfectly fixed just like mine, but more beautiful. His built, olive complexion body was stunning. He appeared immaculate. He had a strong jawline, prominent cheekbones, and full soft rosy lips. I would kiss them all day if he let me. I was busy gazing at him, I couldn’t look away. Was he the one that saved me? Obviously.“Come on, I will help you,” he pulled me up, my right arm slid around his shoulders while his arm went around my waist as I limped along. He led me to the bed and sat me down on the edge.“Are you fine now?” he queried concerned. His voice was melting my heart, so soft and gentle. From the way he just treated me, I could tell he was caring, loving, compassionate, and many more.I shook my head. “My body hurts,” I forced my lips to utter.“Don’t worry, I will get you pain-relievers,” he spoke softly. I nodded. “Just relax, okay? You will be fine,” he assured, laying me down gently on the bed. I ensconced myself comfortably. He gave me a reassuring smile and then went out. The way he walks, talks, and touches was just mesmerizing.I waited some minutes before he finally came in, holding a tray containing some drug tablets, a glass of water, a cup of creamy tea, and some toasted bread slices. He placed it on the bed beside me as he sat down on a chair close to the bed. I forced myself to sit up with his assistance.“You should eat and then take your drugs, okay?” he spoke out. I nodded.Why am I nodding? I’m not someone to fumble with words, but today, I felt void of what to say. His aura was affecting me. Anyways, I got to eat, I can devour the meal at an instant if my throat permits me. I sipped the tea first, wow, tasty, but a bit hot. I put down the tea, taking a slice of the bread. I took a bite, another bite, then I cut almost half of the slice at once. Delicious. It was filled with eggs, I guess. I wasn’t aware table manners existed till I finished the five loaves of toasted bread in a minute. He was watching me, yet I didn’t mind. I was now licking off my fingers when I looked at him and our eyes met. I left my index finger in my mouth as I stared at him. I was now feeling awkward as I took my finger off my mouth and then looked away.“Should I get you more?” he asked, drawing my attention back to him. I felt embarrassed. When did I become a glutton? I shook my head. I wasn’t full yet though, but I know what I’m going to be feeling next. Since I hadn’t eaten for what seems like ages, I will have stomach upset throughout today then maybe, normal tomorrow. I gulped down the now lukewarm tea. I took the pain relievers, too, maybe it might help with my anticipated stomach ache. He went out with the tray. I laid back on my bed, my mind flashing back to all the ugly moments I have been experiencing in my life for the past few weeks. I couldn’t cry, no more tears were left in my eyes. Before I dived deeper into the painful moments, I dozed off.AUTHOR’S NOTE ❤️Hello, beautiful readers. This story is going to be full of suspense and mystery. I hope you enjoy my work. I will try to update as often as I can. Don’t miss out.~Sienna~I woke up in the room, looking around like a lost child. Back to Emiliano’s place again. How long have I been gone? I stepped down from the bed and headed to the door. I opened the door and walked to the inner balcony. From there I saw Ginevra weeping with Emiliano comforting her. She must be missing Luna. I have never seen sisters so concerned about each other before. What is the essence of me coming back then? I got no home, no parents, no siblings, no lover, I have lost everything. It’s better to stay in the other world than living a lonely life. Luna has everyone, she has her sister who cares about her so much. I lost Emiliano already, it won’t be fair interfering in his relationship anymore. It’s my fate and I got to accept it. I sighed and returned to the room. I lay back on the bed, supplicated a few words, and went back into a deep sleep. I have learned a lot from my Master Lyon. Yeah, I met a master in my darkness, he taught me a lot about the other world. At least,
Just then, a knock came on the door. He stopped, his eyes turned to the door and the knock came up again. “Who is there?” he grunted. “Someone wants to see you, boss,” one of his men sounded from behind the door.“Who is it?” he queried.“He wouldn’t say his name, boss,” the man stated.“You stay here,” he groaned in my ear and went to the door. The moment he opened the door, he was pushed back, hitting his back against the wall and the knife fell from his hands. I turned my head to the door, Emiliano stood at the door, holding a handgun and aiming it at Mariano. The guard that was speaking fell dead. Maximo showed up. A smile flashed to my face, seeing my people come to defend me. I have never been defended before, this feels like a whole new beginning in my life.“Move it!” Emiliano ordered, aiming the gun straight at Mariano’s head. They indeed look super alike. I couldn’t find a distinction, except for the clothes they were putting on, or possibly the emotion in their eyes.
It has been a week since I started going out with Mariano. It’s becoming overwhelming, coupled with the fact that he desperately wishes to take me to bed. So frustrating. I can’t handle it anymore, it’s not okay mingling with my murderer. Time for the big show. I freshened up and dressed up in the most seductive dress I could lay my hands on. It was a sparkling deep blue short gown that seems to be hanging out my butt. I heated my hair to curl up and applied heavy makeup. I stepped into my high heels and stood up. I put a small knife into my purse.“Do or die again, Luna. This is your chance,” I reminded myself with a slight chuckle and headed out. I descended downstairs, taking each step with elegance like an awaiting queen. Emiliano’s eyes turned to me. He began staring at my transformation. Thank God Ginevra wasn’t there, I don’t wish to deal with jealousy before beginning my revenge today. I stepped down the last staircase and Emiliano swallowed hard. I raised one of my eyebrows.
I returned home, shuffling into the living room. Ginevra was pacing up and down, holding her phone. She stopped abruptly and hurried to me.“Are you fine?” she asked, holding me. I nodded and sighed. “Did you see him? Did you recognize him?” Ginevra queried.“No, we lost him,” I said and sighed, collapsing onto the couch. Ginevra sat with me.“How come?”Well, we waited patiently for him at the restaurant where he stopped. He didn’t come out till we fell asleep,” I explained.“Oh, that means you didn’t even get to talk to him at all, right?”“Exactly.”“Hey, you are back. How did it go?” Emiliano queried, handing a cup of tea to Ginevra.“We lost him,” I said simply and stood up. “We will try our luck next time. Getting to know his place is my priority right now,” I declared and started walking away. Emiliano held my wrist and I turned abruptly to face him.“I will help you…no matter what,” he assured. I nodded and headed upstairs. Ginevra stood up and moved close to Emiliano
Maximo accepted with a nod and carried Luna up. I followed him to Luna’s room and he laid her down.“What will happen now?” Maximo asked. “Huuuhhh!” I sighed heavily. “She will wake up. Please, stay with her,” I told him.“Uh, sure,” he accepted and sat down on the bed. I headed out. I opened the door and glanced back at them before going out. I went downstairs to meet Emiliano. He was seated on the couch in the living room, staring at the door. I sat beside him.“I’m sorry,” I said and he looked at me. “It’s…it’s just hard…I don’t know what to say, sweetheart, but I’m sorry. I believe you,” I apologized and he smiled.“You don’t have to apologize, sweetheart. I understand. Even though it hurts that you thought I was a murderer, it’s still fine,” he said and smiled. I snuggled closer to him, he held me and kissed my hair.“Do you think you…uh, you have a twin?” I asked, lifting my eyes to look at him. He paused, staring into space for a few seconds. I released myself from his h
“That’s it! It’s him, it’s Emiliano!” I groaned, turning away from the screen. “That scumbag!”“Emiliano?” Freda sounded and I looked at her. “But his name is Mariano,” Freda added and shrugged her shoulders at my confused stare.“His name is Mariano? “ I asked and she nodded.“At least that was what he told me,” Freda stated.I brought out my phone. I opened my camera to film the video. “Play it again,” I told Maximo. He replayed the video while I recorded it. “Thank you, Aldo,” I appreciated Aldo. He smiled. “Let’s go,” I told Freda and Maximo. We returned to the car.“What will happen now?” Maximo asked. “We will take her back home. Any silly move, I will get flowers for her funeral,” I told Maximo while intently intimidating Freda. Her heartbeat began heaving up and down again.“I will do anything you say,” she reassured.“Any smart move, don’t forget I’m still a reincarnated soul,” I added and she gasped. Maximo moved off.I placed a call to Ginevra, telling her I won’t
“Do you remember Luna?” I queried, interrogatingly staring deep into her eyes like the shaft of the sun over a deep blue ocean. She went as quiet as still water with only the sound of her heart banging her ribcage. She stared at me, confusion wearing off the weight of fear from her heart. “You remember her?” I asked again, relaxing against the chair, giving her room to rack her brain. She intently shook her head. “Well, let me tell you a story, maybe then you can remember,” I said and sat up. “About a year ago, you called Luna, a photographer, you wanted her to shoot at your fake wedding. She believed you and traveled down to Naples. On the night of her arrival, a villain, the man she feared most in her life stormed into her hotel room. Now guess who showed up when she tried to escape,” I narrated. Her chest began heaving up and down again. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, clustered sweat rushing down her temple.“I…I…I…” she tried to speak, but no other words came out. I gave
~Ginevra~I sat with Emiliano in the living room. He was holding me close in comfort. Since the confrontation earlier, Luna hasn’t shown up. I wonder where she went. I clutched Emiliano’s shirt. I was shuddering from within. My breathing hitched. Luna wasn’t taking her calls. Did she leave like she wanted? I was scared to lose my sister again.“Calm down, sweetheart. You don’t have to worry, she must have gone out to clear her head,” Emiliano comforted.“But why isn’t she taking her calls?” I sobbed and sniffed.“She will be fine. If she doesn’t come back before 9 PM, I will go look for her, okay?” Emiliano soothed, patting my shoulder gently. I nodded against his chest.Then the door creaked open. Luna entered. I sprang up, flitting to the door. Emiliano stood up.“Where have you been?” I queried more like scolding, grabbing her hand. “I was worried, I thought you left,” I calmed my voice.“I’m sorry, I went to see a friend,” Luna said as we headed to Emiliano.“Who is that?” I asked
I couldn’t shoot him. I shot at the wall. I dropped to my knees in tears. Ginevra slowly removed her hands from her ears, carefully turning around to look at Emiliano. She looked back at me. She rushed down to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, crying.“Calm down, crescent moon, I understand how you feel,” Ginevra sobbed. I sniffed. I couldn’t shoot Emiliano because of Ginevra. I love her so much to do anything for her. How could I kill the father of her unborn baby? All the vengeance and pain accumulated in my heart and it hurts. It felt like a brick was thrown at my heart when I decided not to shoot him because of Ginevra. Emiliano shuffled to us. Ginevra held me up.“We can sort this out, Luna, I honestly didn’t kill you, believe me,” Emiliano soothed. I cast a glare at him. Ginevra held my hand tightly. “I have never killed anyone, Luna, never in my life,” Emiliano stated.“Believe him, Luna, he didn’t kill you, I can vow he didn’t,” Ginevra added. My chest heaved up and down
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