“Fratello,” For the nth time, Lean talks to his older brother. “We’re going to be late.” “Just a moment, Fratellino.” He watches everyone outside the car, waiting for someone to arrive. “There she is! Wait here.” Leo goes outside and crosses the street. He is smiling from ear to ear while following small steps. “Mariella,” Leo calls but she doesn’t turn to face him. “Mariella!” He sighs when she still walks toward the school gate. “Mariella Giordano!” He says her full name but she seems to not hear him at all. “Mariella Bernardi!” Smile plasters on his face again when she finally stops and confusedly looks at him. Mariella just watches him slightly run towards her. “Hi,” He waves his hand but she doesn’t respond. Mariella looks around but the boy in front of him is really talking to her. Leo slightly leans to level their heads. “Good luck on your first day of school.” “Who are you?” Leo’s eyebrows furrow after hearing that question. “Didn’t you know me? I am—” He stops himse
“Opss…” The bullies bump onto Mariella’s back and she almost falls on the ground. Thanks to her fast reflexes, she immediately stops it from happening. “You’re blocking our way.”They laugh and exit the campus. Mariella wants to fight back but she promised her mother not to make any trouble in school again. She almost gets kicked out from school when she takes her revenge on those bullies.“Fight back,” Rocco appears beside her and walks with her.“I wanted to,” She’s clenching her fist and imagining those bullies being beaten by her.“You wanted it? Then do it.”“I made a promise to mamma.”“Promises are meant to be broken.” Rocco smirks.“Tss… you’re such a bad influence.”“Yeah, yeah. I am. But you never do what I am telling you.”“Because I know what’s right and wrong. Good and bad.”“You’re maturing, huh?” He’s teasing her. She’s been childish in the past years but little by little, she learns how the world works. “Just wait and they will stop pestering you.”Mariella squints her
The wind is blowing strong, and the thunder's getting louder and louder. It interrupts Mariella's sleep. She's thirsty and wants to drink water. She goes outside her bedroom and turns on the light to get some water, and ease her thirst."Mamma?" She's surprised to see her mother, entering the house, wearing an all black outfit, and soaking wet because of rain. Marcella throws the large and heavy bag somewhere that makes metal sound.Mariella looks at the wet bag but she ignores it when Marcella walks on the carpeted floor and falls as if her knees weaken. She seems to space out and doesn't notice Mariella's presence."Mamma! What happened? Are you okay?" Mariella becomes worried. She kneels in front of Marcella who is not looking at her. "Mamma… you're burning hot." Mariella gets a bath towel and puts it around her mother's shoulder."I didn't know… I'm sorry." Marcella mumbles while sitting on the carpet and hugging her knees. She's shaking because of the cold. "Mamma, please… talk
"Your birthday's around the corner. What do you want?" Marcella asks while having breakfast with Mariella. She's turning twelve and she can't think of the gift."Just a simple celebration, mamma." She responds since Mirabella will celebrate too and it will probably be grand because she's the heir."Sure, whatever you want." Marcella smiles at her daughter before finishing her meal and leaves Mariella to take care of.Mariella always wonders if her mother doesn't get tired of taking care of the two of them."I'm gone for a week to do business stuff." Leo suddenly appears in front of her and speaks. She just got outside the campus after a long tiring day.Mariella just raises her eyebrow, looking at him who is waiting for her response, while her arms are crossed on her chest."You might think I ditch you—""I don't have to know your whereabouts.""You might miss me, you know?""As if." She slightly scoffs and starts walking but Leo follows her."Wanna have some Cannoli?""No thanks.""C
“Run.” “Ah!” —“Ahhh!” “Señorita! Señorita!” Two of the servants immediately ran when they heard Mariella’s scream. “Mamma! Where’s mamma?” She’s out of control. “Let me go! I don’t need you! Where’s mamma?!” “Señorita, calm down! Señorita!” “I said, let me go!” Mariella snatches the bread knife on the tray beside her and sways it into the air. Out of fear, the servants step backward while shockingly looking at Mariella. They gulp and beads of cold sweat form on their foreheads. “Get out!” They almost stumble to rush outside the room. Mariella’s fuming mad and throws the knife and it jabs into the wooden frame of a large portrait inside that room. Her eyebrows furrow when she stares at the portrait in front of her. It confuses her, is it she or her twin sister Mirabella? Her eyes look around and the room is very unfamiliar. She sets her feet on the carpeted floor and begins to walk but she falls on the ground when she feels her knees weaken. Mariella’s sight doubles so she sh
“Mamma…” Mariella touches Marcella’s gravestone. Tears keep running down her cheeks and she doesn’t bother to wipe it. She is left alone with her uncle in the cemetery since the rain starts pouring so hard as if the sky feels her sorrow, and wants to join Mariella’s grieving heart.“Let’s go,” Marcello said while holding a black umbrella to cover Mariella who was kneeling on the mud. He ignores the fact that he starts getting soaked. “Get up. You’ll get sick.” He pulls her and with lifeless eyes, Mariella just stares at the gravestone. She lets her uncle pull her away until they get inside the car.Silently, she watches the rain sliding through the car’s glass window. Due to the heavy rain, the surroundings got kind of foggy. Marcello doesn’t utter a word while driving. He knew his niece. She needs quiet time to think. She just lost her mother.“Let me live with you, uncle.” She said while still looking outside, silently hoping that her beloved uncle would agree to her wish.“Sorry, k
“Whoa…” Amusement dances in Marcello’s eyes while scanning his niece from head to toe. Mariella’s just wearing a simple knee-length peachy dress, bought by her mother a month before her death. “You look stunning tonight.”“Uh… Thanks.” It feels like she was complimented by Marcella because for the record, Marcello looks like a boy version of her mother.“Let’s go?” Mariella nods and follows her uncle to the back gate where his car is parked. “Hope you like what I’ve chosen for you. Not good at picking perfect restos.” He laughs at his own thoughts. “Just doing this for the sake of your mother’s wish, ugh… didn’t know it’s her last though.” Marcello gives Mariella a quick glance before turning his sight on the road. She’s not talking and just looking somewhere, nowhere but she’s listening.“Wishing her to be here.” She whispers but enough for Marcello to hear her.“Not good at comforting but… yah know, at least… she’s still in your heart, right? Don’t miss her too much, kid. It will
"Mariella!""Mirabella, what on earth are you doing here?" It surprises her to see her twin sister tied in the basement. No one's around so she easily gets inside the room."Your husband! He... He will kill me. Please... Help me!""W-What? He'll never do it. He has principles. He will never hurt women or children." She knows her husband, his principles were proven and tested."Have you already forgotten what he had done to our mother? He killed her! He killed her in front of you!" Fear... the expression shows on Mariella's face. "Untie me! Faster!"With trembling hands, and with fear that Leo, her husband, will kill her sister like he did to her mom, she immediately unties the rope around Mirabella’s wrists and makes her free."What the fuck are you doing here?" Leo's baritone voice echoes inside the room that makes shivers down her spine. Mariella hides her sister on her back and fiercely faces her husband."I am the one who should ask! Why is my sister here? What has she done for yo