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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.
His cold behavior earned him scowl from Alessio. "Shouldn't you help Sienna and your aunts here?" He asked me. I made a face hearing Aunts for them, particularly my mother. "They don't need my help." I scoffed. "Dad won't approve this." Niko muttered. "The choice is yours. Just remember, I'm your youngest sister. You people threw me out of the house because my mother didn't get married to our dad." I snorted at the choice of my own words. "Nobody threw you out, Evara." Alessio said, looking offended by my words. "You don't know anything. If the elders have made a decision, there must be a reason behind it." He told me. "Cool!" I sat on the couch and grabbed the handle of his bag. "I have my own reason to decide this. I'm going with you." I told him. "Alright," Alessio said. "Yeah!" I jumped happily and gave him a quick embrace. "Thank you." Alessio smiled and his hand reached up to ruffle my hair. I ducked away and chuckl
As I gazed at my parents, brothers, and father, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I waited for them to leave the room, but they simply met my gaze. Alessio, seated beside me, opened a file and urged, "Sign them, Ara." He said, holding no expression. I gazed at him, my voice husky with sleep. "What's this?" I asked him, my eyes locking onto the engagement ring. The memory of his ocean blue eyes lingered in my mind. "Marriage papers," Nino replied instead of Alessio. My gaze locked onto him, and my weariness vanished. Anger surged through my veins. "What's your problem? Instead of celebrating my birthday two years ago, I was forced into getting engaged." I raised my hand, displaying the ring. "And now you're expecting me to go through with the marriage?" I snapped, demanding. "You have to marry someday. Why not now?" Mom asked, flashing her gentle smile my way. "No!" I shouted in anger, and her smile dropped. I saw her eyes gloomy. "Let's make a deal." Nino started,
André My fingers slithered through my thick hair in exasperation. Shouldn't he choose Angelo? He was the mafia prince, matching the title, a fitting match for her. I was an orphan, living under the mercy of Abruzzo. Senior Bianchi took the advice of his eldest son to decide, believing he understood his sister better than him. It still seemed like a dilemma. Angelo and Jenoah Abruzzo were outraged first by the suggestion of my wedding. Because they were power hungry. They saw it in their favour. I was raised by Abruzzo. I knew Jenoah Abruzzo would never truly accept me as a part of his family. I was always like a dog to him, carrying his order blindly. I never felt the need to go against him. He had always controlled my life. He would try to do the same with Bianchi princess. I had seen fire in her eyes, real hate for Angelo. It wouldn't be easy for Abruzzo to bend her to their will. I had a feeling my life was going to change. I ascended the stairs to reach his wi
Maximo Russo Moretti His stormy blue eyes were locked onto the portrait in the hall of his wing. In this, Leonardo Moretti, his father, stood behind his wife, his hand rested on her shoulder, his expression were unreadable, but his blue eyes, mirroring his own, were soft on his wife. He stood to his mother's right, holding her hand, and smiling at the camera. On the other side was his little brother, grinning while clutching his favorite car toy. His mother appeared to be the happiest person, her hand rested on her six-months-pregnant belly. It was clicked a month ago before she disappeared. He heard soft footfalls approaching. He inhaled deeply and turned around. A scowl appeared on his forehead. "What are you doing here, Fabio?" He demanded in his deep voice. "Russo," Fabio said as he bowed his head. "I couldn't say this over the phone." He said, his face showing little signs of concern. "What is it?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at him. "Bianchi pri
I stopped in my tracks as I stood between the Intercross, I looked at him with an open mouth. "South belongs to me?" I questioned him in disbelief. I was provided in my father's wing. "It's not as large as the others. It is built centering your safety. Your wing includes a master bedroom with an attached hall, a guest room, a study room, a sitting area, a kitchen and a garden area." He said and took the stairs. But he climbed them down this time. "Why is Alessio going down stairs?" I asked him in confusion. "These stairs are a shortcut to reach the center part of the wings. You're gonna love your room." Den said excitedly, tugging me with him. "I've never stayed alone." I muttered sadly, climbing down the stairs. Staying alone in a wing frightened me. "You won't be alone." Den assured me. Aunt always visited me and stayed until I fell asleep. I wouldn't be by myself but I wouldn't be among them. My pace halted in the hall, my family were th
AFTER TWO YEARS!! I sat on a white-painted bench. I felt pity on myself. Angelo delayed his wedding. I stayed in my room most of the time, keeping myself occupied with my studies. I was still engaged to Andre. I never saw him after our engagement. I heard from Niko that Andre was here. My parents were no longer my parents. My uncle was suddenly my late mother's distant cousin. My mother fell in love with a married man. I did not know how she died. But I was certain about one thing, Niko and Alessio hated her and My Reina Aunt. I was still confused. Was Reina my mother or Amelia? I kept my distance from everyone? They had disappointed me. Was I their illegitimate daughter? Why was I kept away from my family? Nobody usually answered my questions. But they forced me to have dinner with them most of the time. Alessio hid his emotions, rarely revealing his feelings. Contrary, Niko never hesitated expressing himself, particularly his dislikes and frustrations. "You







