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NOT IN MY BEST INTEREST

Penulis: RomanticAdrienne
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-12-06 22:23:01

Clarissa

Palermo, Italy

I have never felt so scared in my life, maybe only during the ordeal I went through many years ago. This was a different kind of fear, though.

I didn’t stick around to make introductions and walked out the door that was still open. All the armed men pointed their guns at me, but only a gesture from the mobster prevented them from firing.

“Get back!” he shouted at them so that I could get through them. I ran to the gate, but when I tried to get through, it was locked. I
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  • ROSES ON FIRE   THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING

    FRANCESCA When I walked into my father’s office, I could feel my heart beating wildly in my chest. I didn’t know exactly what to expect, but my father’s enthusiasm seemed to suggest that this was something important and not just a regular meeting with my father.“My daughter,” my father began, with a proud smile on his lips, “it is time for our world to know you, to know that the Serratore do not give up and that you will continue our tradition with dignity and strength.”I swallowed dryly and responded with an approving nod. I felt overwhelmed by the burden of this legacy, though it was never my choice to be part of a mafia family. This dangerous life I had run away from years ago was now coming back to haunt me.“I don’t know, Dad...” I hesitated. “I’ve been trying hard to build another life, a quieter, more honest one. I’m afraid that if I get involved in your business, I’ll never be able to get out of this vicious circle.”But my father was determined to make me understand the im

  • ROSES ON FIRE   GIVE THE NIGHT A CHANCE

    VINCENZOI left Phillipe alone for a few hours and went into the office in my own privacy.When I was thinking about my past, my heart would fill with nostalgia mixed with a shadow of sadness. I remembered feeling like an outcast in the life of my adoptive father, the man I called “Dad” but who had no blood relation to me. Yet for me, he was the one who had saved me from a life of deprivation and given me the opportunity to grow up amidst luxury and a chosen education in the heart of France, in Paris.It all started one cloudy day when he found me abandoned, small and fragile, in a Rome orphanage. I was just an innocent child, not knowing where I came from or who my biological parents were. When my adoptive father came into my life, I felt a glimmer of hope that I would have another chance in life. And I did.He called me his son, looked at me with love, and treated me with care and attention. He rescued me from deprivation and brought me into his home, giving me a chance to grow up i

  • ROSES ON FIRE   MAYBE IT WASN'T A BAD IDEA

    FRANCESCAMorning came, but I remembered freezing up when I told Maria about my mom’s conversation with her friend about my parents’ past. A big part of me was just focused on her reaction. It all seemed strange, like an incomprehensible puzzle, like Maria seemed to hide a secret, even though logically, she couldn’t possibly know anything about my parents’ past. I mean, she hardly knew them.Maria was clearly stressing out as I recounted the conversation. She had this strange fear in her eyes, like she was hiding something. I really wanted to know what was going on in her head when she reacted like that, but then I thought maybe I was overthinking things. They’re still getting to know each other, so she probably doesn’t know about my parents’ past.But Maria told me not to stress. She said her reaction was normal when she found out my parents had a past before me. One that I didn’t know. She was trying to make me feel better and tell me that everything was fine, that I shouldn’t worry

  • ROSES ON FIRE   YOU BETTER START TALKING!

    FRANCESCA“How long will you be staying, darling?” my mother asked as we gathered around the kitchen table.Having breakfast with my parents made me feel so grateful and loved. Our house was so cozy, and it smelled like coffee and pancakes. The morning sun was shining in, filling the room with a warm golden glow, making it the perfect spot for a cozy chat.“Mom, Dad, I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” I began, taking a moment to collect my thoughts. “Do you ever wonder how lucky we are to have this beautiful home and a family that cares so deeply for each other?”Mom gave me a warm smile, and her eyes were full of love.“Oh, sweetie, you do not know how special you are to us. Your father and I feel blessed every day to have you in our lives and to share this home with you.”Father nodded and had that proud look in his eyes.“Absolutely, Francesca. Our home is not just a physical place, but it’s filled with the love and memories we’ve created together as a family. We worked hard to buil

  • ROSES ON FIRE    PLANS ON HOLD

    VINCENZOEmotions were running wild as I stood at my dad's grave. In the depths of my soul, hopelessness and rage were battling like two savage beasts for dominance. The absence of him, the injustice, and knowing they took his life in a merciless act of violence consumed me.The air was thick with grief, as if the atmosphere itself shared my mourning. The icy wind carried with it the echo of his laughter, the warmth of his embrace, and the wisdom of his counsel. I saw memories of happier times, like shattered mirror fragments reflecting a life that was once broken irreparably.Even though he never showed me to anyone, I was missing nothing. I had it all, his love, his undivided presence until that day. Nobody knew I existed and for now, it would stay that way.I studied abroad and had my home in France. When I finished there I came back to Palermo to inherit my father’s and grandfather’s fortune and with that money I bought the estate in which I was staying now. Despite my tears and

  • ROSES ON FIRE   THIS IS WHERE I BELONG

    FRANCESCAFinally, the long-awaited moment arrived, and I hurriedly stepped off the plane, feeling my heart skip a beat. I felt an overwhelming joy at returning home, but also a sense of trepidation at the unexpected reunion. However, my emotions were positive, so I smiled unnoticed as I made my way to the arrivals hall.So, wearing a broad smile, with a firm step and a forward gaze, I walked through the airport, slightly distracted by the crowds, with only thoughts of the loved ones I was about to see again. In a moment of carelessness, I felt a sudden bump, and before I knew what was happening, and a tall man simply pushed me backwards and fell. I immediately got up, full of rage, and started screaming at the man who had pushed me.“Are you crazy or what? Can’t you see where you’re going? Could you at least look!”The man was also irritated and seemed arrogant in his attitude. Before I could finish my sentence, he retorted in a sarcastic tone.“You’re the one who’s going around in c

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