BIANCA
Honestly, this place feels safe and cozy. I took a quick shower in my luxurious bathroom...... or should I say en suite. But one thing I reminded myself is not to get to comfortable.
I don't still agree with all this people. I don't need a big brother nor little sisters. I'm an only child to the Moretti family.
I actually got used to the stairs. It was long but I didn't actually care a bit anymore cause I realized it was just stairs. I noticed the living room has CCTV but the upstairs doesn't. Weird.
I walked towards the living room but no one was there. I saw a maid. "Excuse me, please where's the dinning room?" I asked.
"Oh, its this door ma'am" she pointed to right opposite the kitchen hall way. I opened the door and walked in.
All eyes fell on me.
I walked towards a free seat, ignoring Mr. Rossi's glare. "We were waiting for you Bianca" he spoke.
"I lost my way here, I'm sorry" I replied. Mom was shocked when I said I'm sorry.
"I'm sure you learned etiquette. We don't show to table late. Now, let's all say our blessings and have our meals" he said. I look at everyone and noticed Emilio isn't here. "Emilio.....will join us late" he added as if he read my mind. "And also, please ignore the kid, he's a trouble maker" he smiled. He sounds so Italian, like mom.
We are Italians based in America, the same with this freaks of a family.
"I'm sure you've met the girls?" He asked. I looked at them as they stare at me. I nod at him and gulp. "They are also trouble makers" he said. I guess I already knew that.
"But Aria and I like her" Alessia said with a pout on her lips.
"Yeah, Lisa and I like her but Andy doesn't" Arianna added. Andrea quickly hid her face from her Dad. I noticed he was already getting angry. What's going on.
"Andrea, tell me that is not true" he said. Mom held his hand for him to calm down.
"No daddy.....I don't want a big sist-" he quickly cut her off.
"And why don't you? You know what I'm capable of babygirl" he said with a warning tone.
"Sorry Daddy" she looks down. She then looks at me. "Sorry Bianca" she said. I smiled at her.
We all started to get our cutleries. Mom secretly place a napkin on my lap. She once said he hates people eating without napkins on their laps.
We ate quietly. I noticed everyone was eating the way mom had taught me. As soon as dinner was over, I was about to stand up and pack the dishes when maids starts rushing in.
"There's no need for that" Mr Rossi spoke to me. I nod.
This is so different from the life I had lived. Everything seems so extravagant and I don't know if I'll handle it.
I soon head upstairs to my room and I had time to study. I'll be starting school on Monday which is after tomorrow. I don't know if I'll be comfortable with rich kids.
Mr Rossi did say Emilio is good at protecting family. But I haven't even seen the Emilio guy yet. Time had went by, but as much as I try, this bed was too comfortable for me to sleep in. I couldn't sleep.
I got off bed and walked towards the window. As soon as I opened, I walked into the balcony. I noticed a figure on my left side.
As soon as I looked, the male silhouette walked into the room from the balcony. That's Emilio. I didn't see his face, only his back. But fuck, he's tall as hell.
I head back into my room and wore my afterwear and head out of the room, trying not to make any sounds. I walked deep into the hall. Home many rooms those this house have.
As soon as I reached the end of the hall, I noticed there was a staircase that leads the roof. I was curious so I slowly climb the stairs, heading up to the roof.
The cold breeze hit my skin. I could see the stars and the moon. I breathe in. I then started perceiving the smell of smoke..... cigarettes.
I looked at the far end as I noticed the same figure at the balcony sitting at the other end. But I couldn't still see his face. Why is he smoking. I'm not saying anything cause I smoke too, but I just feel like there's some reason.
I decided to go back down to my room but as soon as I reached the door to my room, I noticed Emilio's door was opened ajar. No, Bianca, don't do it!.....
It won't hurt to go in. I mean, I'll be out before he gets down from the roof. I looked left and right slowly walking to his door, I creak it open and walked. I was stunned.
His room was just like mine in size, it had a parlor, walk-in closet, study, bathroom, balcony. But his room is painted black a green. It looks so depressing.
I heard footsteps coming, I gasp. I looked around as soon as I heard the footsteps getting closer. My eyes landed on the bed. I immediately went under it.
He walked in, his footsteps coming closer. As soon as I saw it right in front of me......his high black boots, I held my mouth. He stopped and I had no reason why he stopped.
He started walking towards the bathroom. I sigh and came out, rushing towards the door, I twisted the doorknob but it didn't open. I gulp. My palm became sweaty. Did he lock the door?
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I heard a deep sexy voice behind be. I freeze there, slowly turning around and looking at him. My eyes widened at the sight in front of me.
This guy is cute..... goodness, his lips is so pink. Let's not talk about his blue eyes and pointy nose. Fuck me. This guy is a fucking hottie. The way he lean on the wall make his muscles pop out from the hoody. I got a glimpse of his tattoos on his hands.
He's a bad boy.
"Uhm....I.....uhh" he lean up and walked towards me. Please, ground.....just open and swallow me. He stopped right in front of me, he lean down close to my face.....his closure sends shiver down my spine. He was as intimidating as his father.
"Don't fucking come to my room again, yes?" He whispered against my lips. If I move, we'll probably kiss. I gulp.
I heard the door unlock and he moved away. I quickly turn around and opened the door before rushing out. I entered my room and shut the door. I took in a deep breath.
What just happened right now. Did I just get scared of him? Am I supposed to be scared of him? I sigh and got on my bed. This is fucked up. Why did I go to his room in the first place.
How do I face him when day breaks.
MILO
Why does she have to have a fucking child. She's getting married to my Dad, what concerns that little thing. I sigh as I lay on my bed. Why was she in my room.
I had seen her in the balcony and on the roof when she was busy staring at me like I'm a demon or something. But I wasn't expecting to come to my safe zone.
I heard a door on my door. It better not be her cause I won't be able to keep myself in control. I guess the word is a small place.
I walked over to the door and opened it. My eyes went down to my little princess. I squat down to her level and held her face.
"Why are you awake, princess?" I whispered. She looked sad. Andrea isn't someone to get sad. She only gets angry.
"Can I sleep in your room. I couldn't sleep" she asked. How would I say no to her. I practically raised her by myself. I stood up and walked her in before closing the door. I helped her on my bed and covered her with the duvet. I got on the other side.
She quickly hugged me and soon after, she fell asleep. I sigh and stroke her head. My eyes became heavy. I closed my eyes and dose off.
I woke up to the sounds of camera clicking and giggles. I opened my eyes to see it was my stepmom, Arianna and Alessia taking pics of Andrea and I sleeping.
Andrea's legs where on my chest while her her head was close to the edge of the bed. I sigh.
Can they just fucking stop, this is so annoying. I moved Andrea's legs away, causing her to fall off the bed. "Ouch!" She wince and pouted at me.
"Sorry." I apologize. I looked at everyone. "Good morning to you, ma'am" I muttered grumpily.
Mrs Moretti smiled warningly at me. "I told you to call me Mom" she said. I looked at her and walked away to the bathroom. I don't know, but she always seems to warm my heartless heart.
I entered my bathroom and picked up my toothbrush and some toothpaste. I started brushing my teeth. I didn't eat any fucking food last night and now I'm fucked up hungry.
BIANCA
I head straight downstairs to the kitchen where my mom said breakfast is normally eaten. I entered the kitchen and that when I saw him, eating leftover pizza on the counter. His eyes are so beautiful and his height is perfect. I may be reaching his waist if possible.
I noticed the kids were eating bacon and scrambled eggs. Yummy. I walked over to where my breakfast was. They eat like royals. They don't talk or spill anything. And their Dad isn't even here.
I opened the plate and that's when they all looked at me. "What?" I asked. Arianna swallowed and cleaned her mouth with napkins before facing me.
"You don't eat before washing your hands" she said. Unbelievable. I huff and got up from my seat and walked towards the sink where Emilio was standing.
I turned on the sink and that's when I could feel his eyes looking at me. I dare not look at him. I don't know, but he was eying me up and down.
I rinsed my hand and was about to walk away but his words stopped me. "What's your name?" He spoke with that deep voice last night. I slowly face him.
"Uhm.... I'm.....I'm Bianca" I introduced. I gulped. He looks at me for a few seconds before raising his hand. I thought he wanted to slap me or something but I felt a big hand on my head, patting it slowly. I slowly open my eyes to see that he was patting my head like I was his little sister.
I looked into his blue eyes, although he was still way taller than I am......way way tall. He was looking at my head while I look at his blue eyes. I sigh. He looks like an angel.
His sleeve is shirt so I could see everything prominent, his tattoos, his strong arms covered with veins. Fuck I like this guy.
He pulled away and walked out of the kitchen. I watch as he left, I could tell that the girls are looking at me with a smile.
I walked back to my seat and sat down. "Big brother likes you" Alessia said. I looked at her. "We like you too" she added. How old are this girls.
"How old are you guys?" I asked out of curiosity.
"We're nine" they all replied at the same time. This girls will be the death of me.
BIANCA It’s strange… How peaceful everything feels now. Like life has finally exhaled. I’m standing by the kitchen window, watching the kids play in the backyard while Milo grills on the patio. Kaia is in his arms, babbling her usual chaos while the twins, Kairo and Kaian wrestle over who gets the last slice of watermelon. I can’t help but smile. This is home. This is ours.Looking around, I realise something I never thought I’d say. We made it. Not just Milo and me, but all of us.Everyone I grew up with, everyone who once stood on shaky ground, we all found a place to land. A place to heal. A place to grow.Lorenzo and Sofia are married now, a chaotic, gorgeous family of five. Their house is always noisy, always filled with laughter and little footsteps running down the hall. Sofia still jokes that Lorenzo is the fourth child in the house, and honestly? She’s not wrong. But they’re good together. The kind of good that makes you believe in second chances.Then there's Mr. Heaven Al
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MILO I sat on my bed and dialled Ericsson's number. It rang twice before he picked up. *Milo, uhh....hi,* he spoke. I sighed. "What's going on between you and Arianna?" I asked. He went silent. "I'm not talking to a wall, am I?" I said. *There's this kid called Seb. I guess he likes her or something. He started making it look like someone was blackmailing him. He started blackmailing Arianna, and now he tried to blackmail me too. I put two together and figured out it was him. I tried to tell her, but she kept thinking I wanted to separate her from her friend. I guess she's starting to like him or something. She then told me we should take a break,* he finished.I sighed. "Who the fuck is this bastard called Seb, I'd like to see his face," I said. *I'm gathering evidence. I just need one thing tomorrow and I'm gonna get it.* he said. My mind soon moved to the voices downstairs. "I'll call you back," I said before hanging up. I headed downstairs. I looked from the far corner. A boy
ARIANNA I walked down the hall towards the girls' toilet. Seb didn't come to school today, which was weird. He doesn't miss school. It feels strange. I tried calling him, but he isn't picking up. I hope he's okay, though. I was pushed into the restroom. I didn't have the time to process who it was when my lips were placed on someone else's. But judging by the kiss, it was Eric. I smiled and kissed him back. He lifted me and placed me on the counter. I wrapped my legs around his waist, waiting for him to realise something. I know he's going to. He kept kissing me. His lips trailed down to my neck. I moaned. He placed his hands on my boobs, trailing them down to my stomach. He froze and looked up at me. "You're bloated." He said. I smiled and nodded. "You're on your period," he sighed. He placed his head on my stomach. I sighed. "You do realise that you're in the ladies' room, right?" I asked. He sighed. He leaned up. "Do you still trust that dude?" He asked. I sighed and stare