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"I still can't believe there can be such a thing." Chiara said, looking at Amelia in disbelief.
"I don't even know what that thing is called." Livina asked, frowning at them in confusion.
"It's heteropaternal superfecundation." Giulia said, letting out a heavy exhale. Her shoulders dropped.
"A rare case where a woman releases two eggs and they are fertilised by different men..." Amelia cut off Chiara, snapping at her.
"You don't need to explain, Chiara. You can tell my husband if you want to." Amelia glared at her.
"I'm not planning to. I swear of my baby Angelo." Chiara shook her head and placed her hand on her shoulder. "You shouldn't run a DNA test." She suggested it to her friend.
"I know." Amelia said with tears in her eyes. "But I need to know. They are my babies." She told them.
"You don't look at Shelly as you look at Armando. You're putting his life in danger. You know who our husbands are." Rosa told her.
"Mafia bosses! Armando is only three years old." Tears ran down Amelia's face, she looked down at her hands as tears dripped.
Rosa cupped her cheek. "I'm worried about you, Lia. You should talk to Eleanor. I'll talk to Leo. They'll help you." She whispered to her and ran her thumb under her eye.
Their eyes widened in fear. "No, I would never recommend this. You're speaking because you have seen only the lovely side of your husband. I don't wanna imagine what they do in dungeons and with their enemies." Giulia said, shivering in fear.
"Yes, ask me. My husband doesn't know the difference between his enemies and his wife. I'm nothing more than a thing to warm his bed and carry his sons." Chiara said, flattening her lips, a shiver ran down her body and her eyes flashed with hatred for her husband.
"Yes, Jenoah is a cruel bastard." Livina said with hate.
"Am I?" They shuddered in fear as a heavy male voice echoed in the hall. Their heads snapped at the door.
Livina's eyes widened in fear as she looked at the door. "Oh, Jenoah!!" She said, stuttering in fear. Her hands trembled in fear. "I was joking." She stuttered, forcing a smile.
Jenoah walked in using his long strides. He smiled at them. "I thought. You women would be discussing fashion, whose dress was best? But I found something very interesting here." He said, his gaze turned to Amelia. His smile broadened as he had just found a box of hidden gems.
Amelia narrowed her eyes at him. "Don't forget your place, Jenoah." She snapped at him as her voice was solid, and her eyes shot him a cold look.
Jenoah chuckled as he shook his head. "You don't know a thing, Amelia." His smile dropped as he narrowed his eyes at Amelia.
Chiara drew on her feet fearfully. "Jenoah." She said as she forced a smile his way. "Let's not interfere in their lives." She took a small step forward.
Jenoah's face contorted in anger. He turned to his wife sharply and slapped her hard across her face.
For a second, it went dead silent. Rosa glared at him. "How dare you!" Rosa shot to her feet, her hand securely resting on the side of her stomach.
"You won't tell me what to do, stupid bitch!" Jenoah growled, slapping his wife again.
"Stop your nonsense, Jenoah." Amelia snapped, getting on her feet as well.
Jenoah looked at Amelia and Rosa. "Strong women!" He chuckled, mocking them. "They should treat you like this." He turned to his wife and clenched her jaw in his hold. "What are you doing here? Who's looking after my son, Whore?" He growled.
"Let her go or I'll shoot you in your filthy head." Rosa snapped.
He shoved his wife away. "Get out of my sight." He told Chiara.
Poor Chiara. She shivered and trembled in fear, looking embarrassed.
Jenoah had always hidden his cruel side from the world until that moment. Her heels clicked against the floor as she made her way out of the hall.
Jenoah turned to Rosa and smiled at her. "I think it's confession day. I have something to confess as well." He chuckled.
"We are not interested in your fucking shit! Get out of here." Amelia said as she settled down in her seat and took hold of her cup.
Sienna's POV Tears continuously streamed down my face. The image of her falling off the cliff is something I could never erase from my memory. I tried, I tried so hard, I killed my husband, the father of my unborn child. But I couldn't save my sister. I had driven away from the dead bodies of my evil husband and my beloved sister. I wished I could have taken her dead body with me. I had to protect my child from those monsters, or they would corrupt him just like them. I shook my head. My baby would never be like them. Never! I left before his men could reach me, and capture me. They would kill me after I gave birth to my child. I stared at the phone in my lap. I was frightened of making a call to him. But I had to inform them. I couldn't save my sister, I wouldn't let my son become one of them. I pulled over the car and reached for the phone with my trembling hand. I dialled his number. My heart drummed along with the ringing. I let out
During lunch, I had to endure the nonsense of Jenoah, he didn't stop finding excuses to touch her. A shiver worked down my spine recalling Angelo had planned to do the same to me. We reached the narrow hallway. Our footsteps were audible. I was afraid of speaking, concerning our voices echoing. Sienna let out a long exhale when she spotted Roni already waiting for her. He straightened his posture at our sight. He looked over our shoulders and his shoulders dropped in relief. We halted our pace, waiting for him to move. My hands were sweating. Instead, he reached into his pocket and held out a key for us. Sienna took it without any question while I had many questions running through the back of mind. They didn't exchange a word. Considering there must be a reason, I kept my questions to myself for now. We began to walk through the narrow hallway. My anxiety increased as I saw a metal door ahead of us locked and there was no o
Sienna was aware of my taste in fashion. I dressed in my dark baggy clothes and walked out of the bathroom. Sienna was already waiting for me, lost in her thoughts, rubbing her hand softly on her round stomach, absentmindedly. "You shouldn't be stressed." I told her. I had just cried in the shower, and here I was advising her. I avoided eye contact with her. I didn't want her to see my glassy eyes. I couldn't stop thinking about Rosa. I wished my family would find us ASAP. She blinked her eyes, pulling herself together. She looked at me and shook her head. "Let's finish this. It's suffocating here." She said and grabbed my hand. "What's this place? We need to know, so they can rescue Mom." I told her, looking around. "Jenoah calls it his home. But to me, it feels like more than a cage for Rosa to me." She muttered as we walked out of the room. I took in the luxury around me. The marble shone like glass beneath my feet, there was no spec
Fearfully, I checked my arms, and my elbows for any sign of injection or any bruises. I found none. I recalled my family members' names and my husband. I didn't forget them. I let out a sight of relief. However, I realized I wasn't at home. My gaze darted around nervously, my heart continued beating in fear. A shudder slithered down my body as I remembered that Song was unconscious and injured. My brothers and Russo had begun looking for me. I could only hope they would find me quickly. I scurried over to the door and grabbed the door knob. I wouldn't face good people, my thoughts dreading me. I twisted it and opened the door with my heart beating in my throat. My jaw dropped seeing Sienna's head snapping towards me. Confusion washed over me. Had Sienna kidnapped me? I shook my head. It didn't add up. They must have come to my rescue. Shouldn't Aunt or other family members be with her? "Ara!" She shot on her feet. I was double shocked, when I witnesse
After Two Months! It was a mistake. I should have captured him the moment when I discovered my lost brother, André. I should have wiped out Jenoah and his family. I shouldn't have fallen for his lies, and his fake stories. André looked everywhere for anything against him, pretending he didn't find his family, but he couldn't find anything against Abruzzo. I pulled the trigger and his blood splattered on the wall, on my stomach. I had killed every person who had a hand in abducting my wife. It had been two days and she was still missing. There was no track of her. Elio stormed into the dungeon with his phone. There had to be another lead, another person who might have seen her or smuggled her from one place to another. "Boss," He said, breathing hard. "Take him to the dungeon and deal with him yourself. Don't show me your fucking face until you have something useful." I snarled, turning to the door. Elio's eyes dilated as they roame
My emotions had made a permanent shift from normal to a cold state as I saw the dead bodies of guards outside of the door. "How the fuck is it possible to abduct someone from a fucking busy airport?" Alessio growled and hit the security man in the face. Song lay unconscious on the floor, her head bleeding. Han brought his index finger under her nose and let out a long exhale. "She's still breathing." He muttered and he scooped her up. He rushed out of the restroom. Alessio got a call from his uncle's guard that they were ambushed. "Fucking Angelo! I'll bury him alive." Dante looked scared, running his hands through his hair in exasperation. He wasn't trying to hide his emotions like us. My anger flared at his mention. He would die for certain. Alessio continued shouting at the security, promising them a disaster. Dante continued cursing loud, smashing the things around him. My heart thumped in my chest. For the first time in m
His darkest grey eyes slightly narrowed on me. He must have heard me, but he picked not to question me. "Sienna, inform Father - we're heading out with Alessio." Den told her and turned his gaze on me. "We'll talk about this later." He said and kissed my head. He spun and walked along wit
PRESENT (Fourteen Years old) My gaze drifted around, taking in the view of a beautiful garden, it had neatly trimmed lawns, and there were vibrant blooms adding more charm to it. The air was filled with their scent. It felt like a peaceful oasis. I would have preferred to announce it as ‘no p
PAST The tension was palpable as four mafia bosses sat facing each other in the hall, seething and trading accusations, their hands poised to grab their guns if necessary. A fragile peace had held sway for seven years, sustained by lucrative business deals and treaties. It was a peace born of a
I checked the time on the wall clock. Sienna was supposed to arrive here ten minutes ago. Our parents were going to scold her. We had a wedding we needed to attend. Our parents had left two hours earlier. Suddenly, the tapping of the foot grabbed my attention. I looked u







