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                                                              AMELIA/ VICTORIA POV 

As soon as he utters the words "I am your oldest brother", I am taken aback.

My mind races as I try to process what he just said

Could he really be my older brother? The thought seems preposterous.

I scrutinize him from head to toe, examining every inch of his being. Although he is undeniably handsome, there is something about him that is unsettling.

Perhaps it's his height - he towers over me, easily reaching a height of six feet. Or maybe it's his demeanor - there's a certain intensity in his gaze that makes me feel uneasy.

Despite all this, there is one thing that cannot be denied - his hair and eye color are identical to mine. As I try to make sense of this revelation, I can't help but wonder if he is playing some sort of sick joke on me. 

The sound of a sharp, abrupt inhalation followed by a short, audible expulsion of air is heard, possibly indicating surprise, discomfort, or the involuntary reflex of a hiccup. This pattern of sound may repeat itself multiple times, creating a rhythmic and disruptive interruption.

I was extremely anxious and my nerves were causing me to hiccup uncontrollably, I was struggling to control my hiccups and felt embarrassed as the person behind me observed me closely. To curb my hiccups, I covered my mouth and shifted my gaze away from the person. Eventually, I sat down in a chair to compose myself.

As I sat there, a man who bore a striking resemblance to him approached me. However, he appeared to be a year younger and had a more welcoming and friendly demeanor. He held out a bottle of water towards me, but I hesitated to accept it. I couldn't help but stare at the bottle, lost in thought. The man noticed my reluctance and spoke to me in a gentle and soothing tone, urging me to take the water.

As I express my concern over the bottle of water, the person in front of me reassures me with a charming grin and tells me not to worry because it has not been opened yet. While I remain hesitant, I eventually accept his words and express my gratitude for his kindness.

With a shy demeanor, I expressed my gratitude with a small "thank you" and proceeded to consume the entire bottle in one go.

Although I am aware that my behavior may not be considered proper for a woman, I do not believe it is necessary to conform to societal expectations.

The pair of unfamiliar individuals persist in observing me, with particular attention paid by the elder of the two who has made the bold assertion that I am his sibling.

Please do not look at me, as I am currently consuming water and there is a possibility that I may experience difficulty breathing.

The atmosphere in the room is thick with tension, making it difficult to breathe. However, the kind guy picks up on my unease and nudges the older man. This catches the attention of the intimidating figure, who looks towards the kind guy and arches his eyebrows.

"Stop staring at her your making her uncomfortable" 

Oh god, thank you, thank you

In response, he turned to look at me and continued to stare for an extended period of time, lasting approximately five minutes. After this time, he let out a heavy sigh.

My oldest brother, who is quite intimidating, urged us to finish whatever we were doing so that we could go home. I was surprised when he referred to me as the person we were supposed to bring home.

"Are you talking about me?" I asked him if he was referring to me,

"Do you see anyonelse beside you here?" he responded sarcastically,

implying that there was no one else besides me in the room

 However, I refused to go with them, even if he said he was my brother. I was not convinced that he had good intentions, and I was not going to give in to their demands.

"You're not bringing me anywhere, and I'm not going with you," I insisted. I wasn't even convinced he was my brother, and now I'm going with them.

"Whether you like it or not, there's nothing you can do," he threatened.

My brother threatened me, but I stood my ground and even made a sarcastic remark about kidnapping.

"And kidnapping is just a joke" 

What can I do? I'm obstinate. I can tell by his expression that he is becoming irritated by my persistence; I'm sure he is going to explode later.

The boy who was younger decided to take the initiative and explain.

"My name is Alessio, and I am your second older brother. I know it's difficult to accept that we are your family members, but it's all true."

I looked into his grey eyes, searching for any sign of deception, but I couldn't find any.

"It's not like that; I wanted to believe you, but you didn't provide any proof." He shakes his head and shrugs his shoulder at his older brother.

"She has a valid point."

ALESSIO POV

It's upsetting to learn that your sister does not trust or believe you, but it's natural. We're merely outsiders to her; she isn't aware who we are, and we haven't got any proof. At least, that's what I thought.

"We have proof," I told Alessandro.

"Do we?" I inquired, puzzled.

Alessandro ignores me and takes out the brown envelope, which he hands to Victoria.

"When your Aunt was involved in an accident, the police went through your file looking for a potential family member, so they decided to run a DNA test for you."

"Wait a minute, a DNA test?! But I didn't give blood to anyone," Sorellina exclaimed, perplexed.

"We don't need blood, but your hair will suffice," Alessandro stated calmly. Victoria looked at Alessandro as if he was nuts.

"You're crazy," Victoria says, shaking her head.

"Read it," Alessandro replied, pointing to the envelope in her hands. My brother smiled.

"Don't do that, you look like the Joker," I murmur in his ear as he turns to face me and glares. I gulp and turn away from him.

Victoria reads the letter. She still seemed perplexed by everything. After reading the letter, she looked up at Alessandro and myself, who are standing here waiting for her response.

"I guess you're both right, Alessandro," Victoria chuckled, turning to face me and said.

"So, what now?" She wondered.

"Well, we're going out to celebrate, maybe get some food, or just relax, and then we're going - " i answered

"We're leaving," Alessandro remarked monotonously.

"What?! B-but," he interrupts and ignores me as he walks up to the principal and shakes his hand.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Grayson."

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Rossi; Amelia, have a blessed day, and congratulations on meeting your biological family."

Amelia muttered a brief thank you before following our older brother outside. 

I put my arm around her shoulder and whispered, "don't worry, bambina, I've got you." She just gave me a brief smile and nod.

AMELIA / VICTORIA POV

Home? Is it true that I'm heading home?

I look down at the ground and begin following them; it's amazing how everything changes from one second to the next. 

These last few months have been really difficult for me. It seemed as if the entire world was mocking me.

But I can't help but giggle brother, because that term is so bizarre yet reassuring and there are two of them. When Alessio turns around and smiles at me, I look up and marvel at their broad backs.

"Dont worry, bambina, i've got you" Alessio remarked, so unlike his big brother. 

I found him fascinating since he exudes a lively atmosphere that I enjoy.

"Thank you," I muttered, clutching my bag; I'm scared to be honest. We come to a halt in the parking lot, and Alessio motions me inside.

"Ladies first," Alessio smiled.

"Thank you," I say quietly.

He nods and walks in, leaving Alessandro sat in the back seat. signaling to the chauffeur to drive

"Where are we heading?" I inquired.

"Airport," Alessandro said flatly, typing on his phone.

"But what about my belongings?" I inquire.

Alessio raises his head to meet my gaze and smiles before shrugging.

"We are already carrying it," Alessandro remarked, shrugging his shoulders.

I was taken aback by this response; I never expected Alessandro to do anything without asking me first, and I just nodded and let myself fall silent again; the ride wasn't long, but I had feared if I spoke or made any noise, they would think I was a nuisance, and it would break the tension.

When I noticed Alessio looking at me with concern, I ignored him and continued to look outdoors. I was worried about what they would think of me.

When we arrived at the airport, everyone came out.  I noticed Alessandro looking at me. Alessio is standing next to me, while Alessandro is in front of me.

"Stick with us, okay?" Alessio replied, his voice soft yet severe.

I nodded and trailed behind him. He turned and grinned at me.

"Are you ready?" he said softly.

"Yes," I said quietly.

"Good, good, now follow us," he replied as he continued walking.

I took a peek around the airport, which I had never seen before.

Alessandro fixed his gaze on the flight attendant and stated, "Tell the pilot to prepare the jet and we're leaving in 15 minutes,"

the flight attendant smile and walked away.

"A jet?!" I almost squeal with delight.  

I've never flown on a regular plane, but a private jet is incredible. 

Alessio smiles and murmurs a tiny "cute" 

Alessandro was looking at me, delighted by my reaction. "Yes, Piccolla, it's a private jet." 

My ears can't believe it's my first time flying, but I know a lot about jets because Ashley's cousin is an aeronautical engineer, which means he have a lot of textbooks in Ashley's residence which I frequently borrow and read when I had a break. 

 

When I noticed their stares, I felt embarrassed. Thank goodness the flight attendant returned and saved me from my embarrassing behavior.

After a few moments, she returns and announces that the jet is ready. 

 Aside from my aunt, I've never been so grateful to someone. walking inside the jet i cant help myself and stated

" Boeing 787-8 BBJ: A $224 million dollar carbon-composite aircraft." 

Alessandro and Alessio both glanced at me with surprise. But I'm so engaged with the jet that I can't stop talking.

"The interior and fittings of the first Boeing Dreamliner built specifically for private use had to be designed from the ground up. The interior measures 2,400 square feet. That implies you and 39 of your closest pals will have enough room. Am i right?" I look at Alessio, who has his mouth open.

"How did you know that?" Alessandro inquired, his face bright.

I simply shrugged and answered, "Books."

"Well, you can go to the master suite until we land," Alessio said as he cleared his throat. Alessio signaled a cabin crew and lead me to the master suite. 

3RD POV

The two brothers sighed as Amelia vanished in front of them and took a seat on one of the couches.

"We're here." The female cabin crew said 

Amelia vanished in front of them, taking a seat on one of the couches, and the two brothers moaned.

"We've arrived," remarked the female cabin crew.

"Thank you," Amelia said with a grin and a nod toward the woman. 

Amelia flopped herself into the luxurious king-sized bed once the woman left. She let out a deep sigh and began to cry, as all that had happened previously began to sink in.

She is sobbing for her deceased mother figure, Aunt Cherryl, who protected, cared for, and cherished her when she needed her family the most.

She weeps for her brothers, whom she assumed did not want her. Unbeknownst to her, a man standing behind of the door was listening to her gentle cries, He waited till her sweet cries stopped and exchanged by a peaceful snores.

He walks inside and sits by you, stroking her silky silver hair and whispering, "It's going to be okay, bambina, I'm here to protect you no matter what happens."