로그인BLURB Three years. Three years of making his oatmeal every morning. Three years of waiting for texts he never sent. Three years of smiling at people who looked at me like I didn't belong. And the whole time, I was just a replacement for my own twin sister. "You guys know why I went after her in the first place." "Because she looked like Serena." "They're twins. What did you expect?" I heard every word through the noise of that bar. Every single one. Marco never loved me. He loved my face because it looked like hers. And the moment Serena came back to the city, I became nothing. "I'm Serena. Serena Ricci. Though I'm sure people can tell us apart easily enough. There's always a prettier version, right?" My sister smiled at me like she hadn't just stolen my whole life from under me. And Marco stood right there beside her, holding her hand, in front of everyone. So I made a call I never thought I would make. "Dad. I'm ready to come home." I had run away from my family, my name, and the man they chose for me three years ago. An arranged engagement to someone I once saw as nothing more than my cold, strict tutor. I swore I would never go back. But the night I watched Marco catch Serena in his arms while a room full of people cheered, I realized something. The man I ran from never once made me feel like a substitute. The man I ran to never once made me feel like enough. "Is there something you want to say to me?" Marco stood in our bedroom doorway, smiling, waiting for me to hand him an expensive gift.
더 보기Valentina’s POVI couldn’t move.The woman standing in the doorway looked like Emilia.Not similar.Not close.Exactly like her.Same dark hair.Same eyes.Same small line beside her mouth.Even the way she stood with one hand resting against the doorframe reminded me of Emilia.Dante stared at her.His face had gone completely blank.The woman smiled.“You remember me.”Dante’s voice was barely audible.“Who are you?”She looked at him for several seconds.Then she said,“Your mother.”Emilia made a broken sound behind us.“No.”The woman turned toward her.“Still pretending?”Emilia shook her head.“You died.”The woman smiled.“That’s what you told him.”Dante looked between them.“Mom?”Emilia couldn’t answer.The woman stepped into the room.“My name is Elena.”Dante stared at her.“Elena.”She nodded.“You were three years old when you stopped calling me that.”My skin prickled.Dante took a step backward.“I don’t remember you.”“I know.”“Why?”“Because they made sure you woul
Dante’s POV“She died.”The words stayed in the air.I couldn’t make them fit.Not after everything we’d learned.Not after four years of being told one child had died, then discovering two babies, then three, and now apparently four.I looked at Sofia.“Who told you that?”She wiped beneath one eye.“Adrian.”“Do you believe him?”“No.”That answer came too quickly.“Then why did you say she died?”“Because that’s what they wanted everyone to believe.”Valentina stepped closer.“Who is she?”Sofia looked at her.“The fourth baby.”“Her name?”“I don’t know.”Valentina’s face tightened.“You don’t know?”“I was never allowed to see her.”“Then how do you know she existed?”Sofia looked at Adrian.“Because I heard her.”The room became quiet.“You heard her?” I asked.Sofia nodded.“After they took you and the twins away, they brought me downstairs.”“Where?”“The old nursery.”I remembered the hidden room.The photographs.The fourth bassinet.The scratched-out names.“What happened t
Valentina’s POV“Hello, Daddy.”Nobody moved.For a few seconds, I honestly thought I had misunderstood her.The woman standing behind us looked to be in her mid-twenties. Dark hair. Pale skin. A small scar above her eyebrow.And the eyes.Those were Dante’s eyes.The same dark eyes that could make a room go quiet without him saying a word.Dante stared at her.His gun was still in his hand, but the weapon had lowered without him realizing it.“No,” he said quietly.The woman smiled.“You always say that.”Adrian watched him carefully.I looked at Dante.He looked as confused as I felt.“Who is she?”He didn’t answer.I stepped closer to him.“Dante.”His eyes never left the woman.“I don’t know.”The woman flinched.For the first time, the smile disappeared.“You really don’t remember me.”“I don’t.”She nodded slowly.“I knew you wouldn’t.”Adrian sighed.“This is exactly why I told you not to come here.”I turned on him.“You’ve been keeping her here?”“She chose to stay.”The woma
Dante’s POVOne hour.That was all they gave me.I stared at the message on my phone until the words blurred.YOU HAVE ONE HOUR.Then the second line.OR YOUR FIRSTBORN DIES.My firstborn.I didn’t even know who she was.Not really.I knew there had been a baby.I knew there had been a night in a hospital I couldn’t fully remember.And now someone was telling me that child was alive.My daughter.Valentina touched my arm.“Dante.”I looked at her.Her face was pale, but she wasn’t crying.Not yet.“She’s alive.”I nodded.“For now.”Carlo came closer.“Show me.”I handed him the phone.His expression hardened when he saw the photograph.“This was taken recently.”“How do you know?”“The camera.”He zoomed in.“The image is from a digital security system. Whoever took it wanted us to know they could watch her.”Valentina looked over his shoulder.“Can you find where?”“Not from this.”“Then what good is it?”Carlo didn’t answer.I took the phone back.“Saint Aurelia.”Valentina looked
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