"She isn't on the estate grounds, Sergio." Marco reported.
"What do you mean she isn't on the estate grounds?" Sergio asked, his voice tight. "She's nowhere to be found. Someone thought he might have spotted her driving out a few minutes ago." Sergio was silent, too silent that Rosy could almost hear the gears turning in his head. "That can't be. Bianca can't be the traitor." Rosy felt his denial and pain pierce her heart but she struggled against it. She wasn't going to feel pity for him. "Sergio, the video__" Sergio grabbed the front of Marco's shirt and drew him closer, growling at him. "I don't care about the damn video. Get me my sister. There has to be a perfectly good explanation for this." Marco bowed and walked away into the shadows leaving Rosy with Bianca. "You said she handed you the envelope? What else did she say?" he demanded. "Nothing. She just said I was late and handed me the envelope. Then she walked away." "Go to your room." Sergio commanded but Rosy stood her ground. "I'm not going anywhere. Not till you tell the truth about Luca. I demand to know." Sergio kept quiet. "Please, tell me. I need to know." Rosy pleaded. "You owe me that much." Sergio regarded her quietly then sighed resignedly. “What do you want to know?” “Why did Luca want to get married to me?” Rosy forced herself to ask. Even though she already came to accept that he never loved her, she was still scared to hear Sergio’s response. “Whoever has you controls the De Luca family.” Rosy waited for him to say more but he didn't. “Because I'm the only surviving offspring of De Luca?” Sergio nodded. “Isn't that also your goal?” she asked. An expression passed over Sergio’s face. “You know nothing.” Rosy fell silent, her mind working. There was much she needed answers too but she wasn't sure Sergio was ready to give them. “You said we grew up here together. How come?” Sergio sneered and Rosy thought he wasn't going to reply to her. “My father was your father's successor as the next Don to reign over the Five big mafia families… That is until you came along.” “... Everything changed. The law was against a female emerging as the Supreme Don but because your father was the overall head of the families, he revised the Law just so he could name you… his child as the successor.” “Was it really that simple... I mean to totally change something that was almost like a custom?” Rosy asked. “It wasn't that's why he created an additional clause to it, that any male from the big five families that his daughter chooses to marry will have equal power with her as the Supreme Don.” Oh… By doing so, he thought he had curbed the anger of the families, right?” Rosy guessed. Sergio’s tone was mocking and angry at the same time. “Yes and it worked but one family wasn't happy with it at all. Care to guess?” It was obvious which family drew the short straw. “The De Niro.” Sergio grinned wickedly. “Bingo… My family. My father wasn't happy at being cheated so he___” “__He rebelled and had my family killed.” Rosy filled in for him quietly. “Close but not quite yet. He called a meeting of the Sits and brought the matter forward, expecting the other families to take his side…” Sergio's voice trailed off. “What happened?” “The families were all against him, each one seeing it as an opportunity for their family to be the seat of power.” “...And that's when my father rebelled, wiping out anyone who had any connection to Antonio De Luca.” Understanding dawned on Rosy. “The man that looked like you in the video… that was your father, wasn't it?” Sergio grunted. “The fool. Because of what he did, our family name was stripped off its rank and even though we are still feared because of our ruthlessness, we lost our seat among the Big Five.” “That can't be. There was no way to prove your father was behind it. You said he killed everyone.” Rosy reasoning made sense but Sergio shook his head. He pointed at the flash drive in her hand. “A copy of that video was the proof. Someone did escape and survive.” Rosy chewed on everything she had heard. “So I'm a pawn after all. You plan to use me to regain your seat among the family as well as be the top dog, isn't it?” “You have it all figured out.” “You said the De Lucas were killed by you but if I'm correct, we are about the same age. That can't be true.” “Does it matter? I'm the present head of the family and I represent everyone who bears De Niro.” Sergio replied. “Why do you keep insisting that I am yours?” Rosy wanted to know. Sergio’s response was evasive. “You will know when the time is right.” They stood together in uncomfortable silence. “You said someone survived. Who?” Rosy asked after a while. Sergio didn't respond immediately but when he did, his voice was calm. “Matteo… Your father's right hand man.” ********************************************************* “What's your plan towards her, Sergio?” Marco asked back in Sergio’s car. “What do you mean?” Sergio shot back, claiming ignorance even though he knew what Marco was asking. “You are hesitating. Remember the whole family needs you to redeem our name and importance.” Marco noted. Sergio gave him a pointed look. “You think I'm not aware of that?” “Chills, bro. I'm just saying. The old ones are getting impatient.” Sergio said nothing, reclining back in the back seat. Marco twisted backward to search his face. “No… you didn't.” “What?” Sergio grumbled, getting defensive. “You haven't fallen for her, have you?” “I___” Sergio couldn't complete his sentence. Am I falling for her? He asked himself, looking out the window. Memories of them playing as kids played in his head. He shook his head violently. Love and relationship was a luxury he couldn't afford right now. “Sergio, it's Bianca.” Marco spoke up from the front seat, his phone pressed to his ears. “What about her?” Sergio asked gruffly, pushing the thought of Rosana to the back of his mind. He would deal with it later. “She is back home.” Marco informed him. “She wants to meet.”"She isn't on the estate grounds, Sergio." Marco reported."What do you mean she isn't on the estate grounds?" Sergio asked, his voice tight."She's nowhere to be found. Someone thought he might have spotted her driving out a few minutes ago."Sergio was silent, too silent that Rosy could almost hear the gears turning in his head. "That can't be. Bianca can't be the traitor." Rosy felt his denial and pain pierce her heart but she struggled against it. She wasn't going to feel pity for him."Sergio, the video__"Sergio grabbed the front of Marco's shirt and drew him closer, growling at him."I don't care about the damn video. Get me my sister. There has to be a perfectly good explanation for this."Marco bowed and walked away into the shadows leaving Rosy with Bianca."You said she handed you the envelope? What else did she say?" he demanded."Nothing. She just said I was late and handed me the envelope. Then she walked away.""Go to your room." Sergio commanded but Rosy stood her gro
The manor pulsed with panic. Red light washed over the grand marble halls, painting the place like a war zone. Alarm sirens wailed, but they barely cut through the noise in Rosana’s head. Her grip on the pistol was firm, steady—but her insides were anything but. The name burned on her tongue. Luca. Her almost-husband. The man who had stood mute at the altar while Sergio ripped her from the aisle like a possession. The man who had watched it happen. Said nothing and hadn't fought hard to protect on her wedding day. And now he had the nerve to come charging in like a hero? No. This wasn’t bravery. It was guilt with a gun. “He’s late,” she said, striding down the hallway, her eyes scanning every corner like a soldier trained for war. Sergio was just behind her, his own weapon drawn. “He brought armed men into my house. He’s not looking to talk.” “There's a truth about Luca you aren't telling me, right? ” Rosana muttered. Sergio’s voice was level but watchful. "Why do you sa
The ring reflected the glint of the moonlight. Not the hollow sockets of the skull or the splintered bone fragments, but the small hint of gold peeking from a decayed finger—etched with a crest Rosana recognized from one the old photos found in her mother's belongings. De Luca.Her breath froze, her chest tightening as something inside her tilted and twisted. She stumbled back instinctively out of Sergio’s hold, a cry snagging in her throat.Sergio rushed after her just as her gasp broke the silence.Before she could recoil further, his arms closed around her, pulling her face into his chest once more. “Shhhh.... ,” he murmured soothingly against her temple, his hands running through her hair. His voice was quiet. Too quiet. Not surprised. Not shocked. Just… resigned. "I never wanted you to see this."But it was already too late.The twisted image of the skeletal corpse with its hollow sockets and its damned gold ring was already stuck Rosy's mind. She shoved him away, harder than
Talk of the intruder was all that the kitchen staff could gossip about in the coming weeks but Sergio ignored them.“I need you to answer my questions.” Sergio voice boomed out above her as she sat down on the grass in the garden, reading a book. She looked at him, shading her eyes from the sun with her book.“Would it kill you to speak kindly at the very least?” She said teasingly to him.“What did he discuss with you?” he asked, overriding her as he usually did.“Who?” Rosy asked, cocking her eyebrows at him.“The intruder in your room.” “He didn't say anything to me.” Rosy replied honestly.“If I find out you lying to me__”“Did you find out his identity?” Rosy spoke over him.Sergio frowned in annoyance at being interrupted but he held his anger back.“He was sent by Matteo.” Hawk eyes stayed focused for the slight sign of recognition.“Who's Matteo?” **************************************************Was she pretending not to know Matteo? Sergio wasn't sure what to think.Afte
You are not suppose to know who you are…Giulia words resounded in Rosy's head for days to come. No matter how much she tried to disregard it, she always ended up thinking back on it.Sergio too was no where to be seen though his sister Bianca was always hovering around like a shadow. On few occasions, Rosana even caught her glaring in her direction.The only friends she had were the Chef and Giulia, though she tried not to get too close to them. De Luca.Why was her mom's necklace bearing a different surname from the the one Rosy bore? Rosy still puzzled over that and the only person with all the answers was avoiding her like a plague.Who exactly was De Luca? She pressed the button below the dresser, calling for Giulia..“You called Mistress.” Giulia gave a slight curtsied, coming in through the door. “Come in. I need to speak to you about something.” Rosy told her and Giulia walked in gingerly. Rosy regarded her for a while, wondering where to start and the maid waited patientl
Three weeks later….No thanks to the little things around her that reminded her of her childhood, Rosy started to grow doubtful of her memories. She wasn't even sure anymore if her identity was still hers. First, it was her old Peter Pan nightie she wore as a kid back at the orphanage. She had discovered it tucked in an ancient-looking wardrobe in her room. Next had been the bracelet she vaguely remembered her foster mom gave her when she clocked eighteen years. Obviously, it was something that had also being with her when they found her on the orphanage stairs. The most shocking of all was when the chef on seeing her, burst into tears and hugged her tightly, rambling in a language Rosy wasn’t the least bit familiar with.Obviously, the rotund woman knew her though Rosy couldn’t have claimed to know her. Worst still, she had gone ahead to prepare Rosy’s favorite dish ever since she was a kid. Rosy frowned at her reflection in the mirror. How had she known what I liked as a child?H