"I'm excited!" Marcella gently touches her belly. "Oh! The baby kicked. Feel it." She holds her husband's hand and puts it on her belly. His face brightens as he feels that the baby kicked again.
"I'm happy to see you happy." He smiles and kisses Marcella's palm. "Thank you for enduring everything, mia amata."
"I'm really excited to know our baby's gender." Enrico carefully guides his wife to go downstairs. Her pregnancy is quite sensitive so he gives her extra care and attention especially that she is carrying his heir.
"I hope it's a girl." The curve on her lips is constant and her eyes are twinkling as she imagines herself carrying her little one.
"I want a boy." Enrico utters unconsciously that makes Marcella stop.
"But I want a girl." Her eyes become teary and emotional.
"Don't... Don't cry, mia amata." He is used to her sudden changes of emotion since she conceived their first child. "I would gladly accept our little one no matter what gender he or she is."
"Really?"
"Yes. Shh." He wipes her tears and kisses her forehead. "Let's go. We might get late from your appointment."
When they reach the last step, one of Enrico's men makes haste and stops in front of them. Based on his expression, the man is going to tell him bad news.
"I'm sorry, mia amata." He is worried because he knows, even though his wife isn’t talking, she is disappointed. "I need to fix this business or else--"
"Everything will turn into chaos. I know, Enrico. You may go. I'll just inform you later." She doesn't look at him in the eyes. Marcella goes inside the car and leaves disappointed.
She can't believe that he will choose the business over this special day for her.
'It's always the Mafia over everything, over me.' She should have used to it otherwise she won't survive from this family of her beloved.
"Go with her. Keep my wife safe." He commands his men and heavily sighs before going inside his car.
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"Congratulations, Madam. You're carrying a twin." The doctor announces as she got her ultrasound.
"W-What?" Her eyes widens and later on, tears roll down from her eyes due to great joy she is feeling at that moment.
"They are both healthy and fine. Don't forget to take care of yourself, don't skip meals and of course, your vitamins. Your two angels will come out soon."
"Yes. I will. Thank you, Doctor."
She was smiling the whole ride while staring at her babies' first photograph. She can't wait to tell her beloved husband that the unusual size of her belly is not something to be bothered by. It's too big for the normal size because there are two lives inside her.
Marcella's guards take care of her until they reach the main door. She is confused to see a lot of uniformed men at the entrance. As if there is a meeting happening inside.
"Where is Enrico? I want to see him."
"He's inside the conference room with the whole family, madam." One of them informs her.
"Take me there." The guard slightly bows his head and follows her.
Her heart is abnormally beating fast, a sign that she is feeling nervous. Of all days, why did the whole Giordano clan reunite inside their mansion? What is the meaning of this?
"I'll announce your arrival---"
She signals the guard to stop what he was about to say when she hears a voice that makes her whole system crumpled.
"...kill the other one."
"No! You can't do this to my child!" Enrico is furious.
"We have no choice, Enrico. You are the head of this family and there must be only one heir."
"Then I will choose who will be my heir. No need to harm anyone, especially my flesh and blood." He said with a warning in his voice.
"Twins in our family are cursed. They will just split the clan into two."
"Right. It has not just happened once, twice but thrice." The woman in her purple dress speaks with elegance. "Do we have to deal with other conflicts when we can do something to prevent it from happening?"
"Choose," One of them looks at Enrico with expressionless face. "A stable Mafia without the other child or..."
"You're being irrational here!"
"... Or protect that cursed child and everyone in this room will be against you."
Marcella can’t listen anymore. She can't believe that Giordanos are these kind of heartless people, willing to sacrifice her child just to prevent their shitty belief from happening.
"Let me go! Let me go!" Marcella attempts to escape, to hide her children but the guards are too tight.
"Don't you dare hurt my wife!" Enrico pushes everyone around her and even points his gun on them.
"I beg you, Enrico. Please... Spare my children." She doesn't hesitate to bow down on her knees in front of the Mafia Boss.
"Mia amata..." He immediately holds his wife and helps her to stand but she's too stubborn to listen. She knows that he will do what his family wants.
"I'm sorry..." Enrico suddenly changes his soft expression into a fierce one. "Take her to the room and lock her up. If something bad happens to them, all of you will face the consequences."
He turns his back on them while his hands are clenching.
"I hate you."
He halts for a moment, feeling broken because of her words but doesn't look back. His heart will just burst if he sees Marcella's disdained eyes. He loves her and their child but in order to maintain peace in their family, he needs to reach their expectations.
'I'm just doing this for the sake of everyone... for the sake of the Mafia.'
The thought of losing one of her twins makes Marcella sick. She tries to be strong, not to affect her babies' health. They also need to be strong to protect themselves from this family.
'I'm sorry, children. Unluckily, both of you will be born in this unmerciful family of Mafia.'
Tears fall down at Marcella's cheeks as she hugs her round belly as if she is embracing her two angels.
'This is my fault. I shouldn't have married Giordano's Mafia Boss.'
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"Ah!" Marcella's scream can be heard in every corner of the room. It's her due date and every member of Giordanos is waiting outside to welcome the new heir.
She's almost out of breath but forces herself not to lose consciousness or else she will lose one of them tonight.
"A little more push, madam." The family doctor said while waiting for the child to come out.
After a while, the first cry of the first one fills the room. Marcella smiles weakly as she looks at her child covered with blood.
Enrico enters the room and holds the child with adoration in his eyes.
"Mirabella... our wonderful heir. Welcome to the family, Mirabella Giordano." Enrico names his child. He looks at Marcella and smiles at her, mouthing 'thank you.'
"The other one is coming out." The doctor informs them.
"Ugh!" Unlike the first one, she smoothly comes out but… the child isn't crying.
"G-Give her to me."
"She's not breathing." The doctor taps the baby but she is not responding.
"No... Give me my child!" Marcella forces herself to sit on the bed and tries to reach her daughter.
"Take that child outside. Bury---" A deafening thunder interrupts Enrico’s declaration. An occurrence of lightning and the child cries happens at the same time.
Marcella feels mixed emotions. She is relieved to hear her second child's cry.
"Take her outside."
"No!" Marcella takes out the hidden knife with trembling hands. She tightly holds the knife and points it at her throat. "Take her and I willingly die with my child!"
"Mia amata!"
"Hand her to me!"
The man who is carrying the child, still covered with blood, is looking at Enrico. He is waiting for the command from the Boss.
The rain starts pouring and the lightning is constantly showing.
Marcella feels the cold knife slightly touching her skin and blood flow on her neck but she doesn't mind. She can do everything just to save her child.
"Give her the baby." Enrico turns his back while carrying the heir.
"Name her." Marcella demands as she is staring at the child who’s smiling at her but Enrico, her husband, keeps ignoring his wife’s plea.
"Name her!"
Enrico heavily sighs, and faces them. He looks at the kid in her arms, and doesn’t have any plan on naming the second one. He doesn't want any attachments from the newborn baby that will eventually die in accordance with the deal between the family.
"Mariella." It's almost a whisper. Their eyes stare at each other for a second before Enrico looks away and leaves after.
Marcella diverts her gaze unto Mariella and smiles sadly at her baby. Hot tears fall on her cheeks and cries with a muffled sound.
'Bitterness... He named you with bitterness in his heart.'
Five years later..."Mariella? Mariella?" Marcella just enters a small villa, meters away from the mansion. "Where are you, piccolina?""Mamma!" A little one behind hugs Marcella's legs."Piccolina!" Marcella lifts her four-year-old daughter who is giggling. They faces each other and lightly hit their noses."Good morning, mamma!""Good morning! How's your sleep, hm?" Marcella sweetly asks her daughter who is still wearing her pajamas."I'm good. I dreamed about fireflies, mamma!" Her little eyes are twinkling while talking about her favorite. "They're so beautiful, and I want to see many, many fireflies!""Aw... There are no fireflies here, piccolina." Marcella lightly pinches her daughter’s cheek."Hm..." The little one's face saddens. "I will find one."Marcella just smiles and looks at the servant who has just arrived to serve breakfast."Let's eat.""Okay!" Mariella goes down and runs toward the dining table where the food is served."Mamma, when will I see, pàpa? Can't he visit
Everything’s not okay in the first place. Mariella turns her back to them and just walks away as if nothing happened.“I’ll accompany her—”“Don’t Elmo. Just let her.” Enrico said before turning his back too.“But…”“Elmo.”“Yes, uncle.” Elmo sighs in defeat while watching Mariella go. He can’t understand but the first time he saw Mariella, there’s a strange feeling inside him. He wants to know her.Marcella wants to watch her daughter until she reaches the borders but her husband calls immediately. She can’t disobey him or else they will argue again. Mariella, on the other hand, looks back when she steps outside the borders.Little Mirabella is looking at Mariella while her arms are wrapped around her father’s neck. It is their first encounter, Mirabella’s shocked and confused because of her young age. ‘I don’t like her.’ Words pop in Mirabella’s mind before looking away and tightens her grip on Enrico.+++“You promised that she will never step inside the borders no matter what!”
To protect oneself is to first know how to fight."Focus on the target." Marcella positions herself and closes her left eye to focus the other one on the red dot at the center of the target board. "Hold the trigger and once you're sure, pull it."Marcella pulls the trigger, without sweat, she smirks while looking at the hole she made. Mariella looks at her mother with amusement in her eyes before diverting her gaze into the target board."Wow…" Mariella runs toward the board and checks on the hole. "You're amazing, mamma." She smiles at her mother."Do you want to try?""Of course. Of course!" Marcella is about to hand her the gun but she withdraws before Mariella could even touch the dangerous thing. "Careful, okay?"Mariella nods, looking at the gun in front of her. "Look at me, piccolina." Marcella wants to see the eagerness in Mariella's eyes. She wans to know if she really wanted the thing Marcella loved the most. "Piccolina…""Yes, mamma. I will be careful." She said with hon
"Mariella, you shouldn't have been entertaining them." Marcella is stressed out when she finds out what happened between the twins. “Between you two, you should have understood it the most. You’re more mature than your sister, Mariella.”"You too, mamma?" Mariella looks at Marcella with teary eyes. "You will scold me like papà do?""Piccolina, mamma isn't scolding you." Marcella closes her eyes and makes up the right words to tell. "I'm just saying... you shouldn't have to uhm... God this is too complicated to explain." She mumbles."Papà..." Mariella stares on the ground while reminiscing the moment she pointed her sword unto Mirabella, ignoring her mother's words. "He doesn't like me...""What?" Marcella immediately looks at her and feels the heavy atmosphere around her daughter. "Mariella. Don't say that---""He doesn't love me like what you've said. You lied mamma. You lied!""No... Piccolina. Please have patience. Understand your papà, hm?" Marcella holds her shoulders and asks e
Happiness… easily appears, same as when it disappears. “Are you ready, piccolina?” Marcella enters Mariella’s room to check on her.“Am I pretty with this dress mamma?” Mariella is giggling while playing with the blue gown she is wearing. She’s like a princess in a Disney movie.“You’re always pretty whatever you wear, piccolina.” Marcella sweetly smiles at Mariella while caressing her cheek. “Really, mamma? You're not lying?” Mariella asks while looking at her mother in the reflection of the mirror in front of them.“Mamma isn’t lying, piccolina.” Marcella’s heart slightly breaks because Mariella seems to start doubting everything she is saying. “Mamma?” “Yes, piccolina?” “Don’t leave me, hm?” She presses her lips into a thin line. “Mamma won’t leave you until you can stand on your own. I promise.” Marcella gently makes Mariella turn to face her. “Please, piccolina. Don’t doubt me, it really breaks my heart.”“Breaks your heart?” Mariella asks with widened eyes. “Hm…”“Oh… don’
“Does it hurt?” Her eyes become watery. She can’t watch someone in pain because of her clumsiness.“N-No.” The boy looks away, and doesn’twant to see her cry because she really is about to tear up at any moment.“Let’s go. Let me clean your wound.” She gently holds his hand and is about to pull him inside the villa but he stops and withdraws his hand covered with dust.“I c-can…” He clears his throat. “I can handle myself. Just lead the way.”"If that's what you want." She said in a small voice, embarrassed by what happened.Mariella walks first and the boy follows him, silently handling the pain in his arm."I'll just get the first aid kid. You sit there." She points to the sofa near them. The boy watches her run towards somewhere.He looks around, only the large photo of Mariella is hanging on the wall across from him. No family photos. The boy unconsciously smirks when he sees the yellow balloon tied up on the corner. Like what she said, it's not floating anymore. While waiting fo
“Do you wanna die?”“Papà!” “Elmo!” Tears fall on Mariella’s eyes when she sees hope. Hope that there is someone to protect her.“Papà, what are you doing?” He walks toward his father, Eduardo Giordano, Enrico’s first cousin. “Pointing your gun at Mariella? Really? You’re scaring her!”“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me, Elmo.”“I’m sorry, papà.” He lowers his voice. “Please papà… put the gun first.”“She’s supposed to be dead.”“Papà!”“Leave, Elmo. I’ll deal with this.”“But papà… someone might see you.” Elmo doesn’t know what to do. He can’t just let Mariella die on his father’s hand.“I said leave!” Elmo is horrified when Eduardo yells at him. Elmo steps back, looking at Mariella and his father back and forth.“Elmo…” Mariella is afraid to be alone with her uncle who wants to kill her.“Señor,” Leo joins the picture as soon as he finds them. “Señorito Marchetti,” Eduardo is surprised to see the heir of Marchettis. He immediately hides the gun at his back and simply looks at
More practice and you’ll master it.Mariella can’t take off the words Leo uttered last time in her mind. She becomes interested in playing violin because of his influence. He’s really good at it though, and it inspires her to do what she thinks she can’t and doesn’t like before.“Piccolina,” Marcella catches her attention. “You’re going to attend school next school year.”“School, mamma?” Her eyes shine when she hears about school. “So… I will meet a lot of kids? We will play, learn how to read and write, and do a lot of things? Right, mamma?”“Yes, piccolina.”“Yay! I want to go to school.”“You will, piccolina. You will. Now… finish your food.”“Okay!” She puts a spoon of food inside her mouth, and slowly swallows it. “By the way, mamma—”“Piccolina, what did I tell you?” Marcella wants to remind her daughter of something. “Don’t talk when your mouth is full.”“Oops.” She covers her mouth with her little hand and quickly swallows before continuing what she is supposed to say. “Can y