Chapter 3

Mirabella

He walked away, and I sat there in shock. Father? Where was he all my life?! Why did he hurt my mom and she left him? Did he leave after finding out about me?

And I have brothers? How many of them? Will they accept me after years? Will they even want a sister? What if they did the same thing Damon did? Or what if they take Puto away from me?

My head started hurting and I leaned back.. If they refuse to take Puto with me, then I'm not going..

He walked away, and I sat there in shock. Father? Where was he all my life?! Why did he hurt my mom and she left him? Did he leave after finding out about me?

And I have brothers? How many of them? Will they accept me after years? Will they even want a sister? What if they did the same thing Damon did? Or what if they take Puto away from me?

My head started hurting and I leaned back.. If they refuse to take Puto with me, then I'm not going..

Alexander Russo

I was in my office, signing the contracts between companies and drinking my drink and satisfactory sign left my mouth as the drink burned my throat. I leaned back and took a breath away from work and stuff..

Suddenly, my secretary called and told me that Alex Romano was there. I was confused and asked to come in..

He entered, and we nodded, acknowledging each other's presence. Before he could talk, my phone rang and it was from the DC police station.

I would have let my assistant take it but something in me told me that I should do it myself. I looked at Alex, and he took the cue and I excused myself.

"Hello"

I said coldly.

"S-Sir I-Is t-this Alexander Russo I'm t-talking t-to? "

The officer stuttered as I was in the Mafia and feared by everyone, and I was cold to everyone except my family and dear friend.

"Yes, what do you want? "

He is wasting my time because I have to talk to Alex too and then return home to have dinner with the boys.

"Sir, we have your daughter here and your DNA matches her. Her stepmother was killed by her stepfather, and she has no guardian. If you don't take her in, then we'll have to put her up for foster care. "

Alexander Russo

I stood frozen as he said that.. I looked at the caller ID again. Yes, I dreamed of having a daughter, but I don't have one. I didn't have one with my wife and I fucked no woman pregnant.. The vasectomy was successfully done after she was gone.

"I don't have a daughter and you got the wrong number! "

I was about to cut it, but he spoke again.

"Sir, is your wife's name Isabella Russo? "

I felt a pinch in my heart hearing her name. No one dared to take her name after she ran away 17 years ago.

"Yes.. "

"Sir, she is her biological mother, and she ran away when pregnant.. I contacted the hospital, and they confirmed to deliver the baby 5 months after she went missing. "

No.. This couldn't be possible! Isabella can't take away my child from me! She was already 3–4 months pregnant when she ran away and didn't tell me a thing. How could she? But again, many people set up plots against us to put their spies among us.

"Send me her photo, and what's her name? "

"Sure sir.. Her name is Mirabella Alexander Russo."

I felt a pang as memories flashed back..

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We both lay naked under the cover as I played with her hair and she rested her head on my chest. It's a tough job to get time to spend with my wife after those 5 Satans are born..

"I hope it's a girl this time. "

She pinched my nipples and I let out a squeak in surprise..

"Alexander Russo! I'm signing you up for vasectomy! You make me pregnant every 2 to 3 years!! "

I knew she was being playful, so I played along.

"Not until I get a princess.. You think I raised this Satan for nothing? "

She slapped my chest and got up..

"If we have a daughter... What will we name her? "

I asked, and she stayed for quite a bit.

"I want to add your name to hers.. Everyone should know whose daughter they are messing with. "

I chuckled and thought.. My baby girl's name? It would be something miraculous to be the only baby girl in our family.

A miracle.. So much like Isabella..

Mira... Bella..

"Mirabella... "

I whispered and she looked at me.

"Mirabella Alexander Russo... Our daughter.. "

Present

"Mirabella Alexander Russo.. "

I whispered..

I was probably zoned out because I heard him speak again.

"Sir, are you there? "

"Yes.. "

"So would you like to take her in, sir? "asked the officer.

" Yes, I'll take her in.. I'll be there in a few hours as I'm coming from New York.. Keep the papers ready"

The officer replied affirmatively, and I cut the call. I stood there feeling devastated and betrayed to know that she stooped so low to hide my child from me. If she is really mine, then I missed 17 years of her life. Her first steps to her first words.. Was it dada or mama? Why did she take away all those from me? I loved her dearly, and she loved me too. What happened when she went away with our babygirl? Knowing how much I wanted a daughter, she dared to keep her away? I'll never forgive her! Never!

I gripped the phone tightly as my knuckles turned white. I saw red in front of me and needed to take it out.. I flipped the center table, which splattered broken glass all over the floor. Alex ran up to me, trying to find what had happened. I heard a ding and quickly opened my email to see a photo attached..

I took a moment before opening the picture and almost dropped the phone.

There was a beautiful girl who looked like she was in her teenage.. She had blond hair and honeykissed skin. Her eyebrows arched and a cute button nose.. I wonder if her eyes are blue like Isabella and the younger twins or greenish like me and the older 3? She was sleeping while clutching a pink dolphin that looked similar to what I once bought if we ever had a daughter. It's still at the back of my closest, safe and preserved..

I wanted to kill the officer for clicking picture while she was sleeping, but heck, she is so beautiful. All the doubts vanished the moment I saw her. I know that she is my daughter. She is so much like Dante and me that no one would say that she is Dante or me if dressed like a male except for her height. We could have won the triplets' competition if not for the obvious age difference between us.

But I noticed how pale and skinny she looked. Immediately, the worse scenery flooded my mind. Was she not fed well? Was she being starved? Was she sick or had a little appetite? Or worse.. She didn't have the money to eat?

I felt my heart race, but I pushed those back in my mind and turned to Alex, who was too confused.

"I'll talk to you any other day, but it's an emergency and I need to leave! "

I didn't wait for him and rushed to the elevator and pressed the bottom.. I called Xander, my third oldest and the calmest one among 5.. Calling Dante today is a waste because he is probably wasted.

"Dad? "

"Get the jet ready.. We are going to Washington DC to get someone very special. "