FAZER LOGINAfter a while, dinner got ready and Marco personally delivered my own portion of the meal to my room door.
"Here take, eat". He said setting down the tray before me. "I am not hungry, get away with your filthy meal"! I said with a loud voice almost screaming. He looked at me sternly and grinned then he shook his head and turned to leave, his hand on the door knob. "Why did you do that? Why the look and the wicked smile"? I asked with a frustrated tone and a frowned look. Because you don't know what you are in for. The more you try to be stubborn, the greater the hatred you'll get from Luca. He said looking away with an I - don't - care attitude. I smirked. "Hate me for all I care! Go away with your pig feed". I screamed at him. He just took a glance, focused on my eyesballs and walked away. Uh! I exhaled and slid down gently resting my back on the door. Your woman rejected your food. He told Luca as he shrugged his shoulders and sat opposite him. She doesn't like it? He asked curiously. I don't know, you just check on her. She's too pompous and she has nothing. He said with a coarse voice. She has everything Marco. He said to her. Don't you think you are wasting your time on a fruitless mission? You've got the wrong person, the wrong twin with a wrong personality. Macho emphasized. Let's see how it plays out but I know she has with her my values. He looked away like trying to calculate something. Your values? What values? Marco asks confused. Wait and see. Luca stands and walked gently towards Sienna's room. He knocked gently. I didn't answer, I thought it was Marco. I was too tired to answer the door. The food staring at me on the table. Ragazza? The door creaks open a little and Luca peeps inside seeing me watching my food like a movie. He steps inside staring at me and then at the food. Che cos' hai? He asks. What is the matter? He steps closer. The matter? I ask. The matter is that I don't need your animal feed! What? He said looking so embarrassed at the nourished meal I had called an animal feed. Let me go! I rise to my feet, taking the food and pouring it over his face. I had to do all I could to make him let me go. Che cosa fai? What are you doing? He screams wiping the food off his face. I became terrified at what I just did. I didn't know what else he could do to me. The two guards rushed in. Marco follow behind. Their mouth wide opened and their palms on their cheek. You damn little thing! Marco screams in anger. You are finished. He took my hand and twisted it to the back. I let out a loud scream. Stop! Luca screams at him. Marco let me go of my hand. I writhe in pain as I sat on the edge of the bed. Away! He screams angrily at the two guards and they disappeared immediately. He was too embarrassed to even look at me in the face. I felt like a conqueror but within me, fear creeps in. He locks the door immediately behind him and steps closer with a defined look of immediate revenge. Outside The Room "What the hell is wrong with this girl? She must be an unremorseful drunkard who doesn't learn lessons". Riccardo, the first guard says. "No one dares try such with me. I'll chop off her head immediately". Many people don't learn until their fingers get burnt". Tommaso, the second guard responds. People like her needs to be taught a great lesson. What an audacity! The fact that the boss didn't allow us treat her to hell where she comes from is enough reason to depict his weakness. Riccardo says again. The least available weapon of a man is his highest weakness. Shit! Tommaso says and spits away. Luca steps closer staring down at my face. He breathes heavily as he steps closer. "What - did - you - just" -... "I did what I had to do"? Let me go. I screamed. "Now, eat up"! Eat the food you poured on my face? Now! He speaks in a calm and violent way. What? I can't .... I tried to protest raising my hands. "You will" now, lick up the food ok my face, kiss the food away. No way, I'll never do that! You let me out of here. I screamed back at him. You don't deserve my kiss. I said turning away from him. Why? He started grinning. Because kisses are for special people. Ragazza. He said smiling and comes closer to me maintaining eye contact. I looked away, he put his hand on my chin and turned my face to look at him. I saw something in those eyes. His gaze alone makes me weak and makes my stomach churns. I shifted my eyes away from him but he turned my face again. I felt the emotional wall I had built around myself cracking like they will collapse. La mia ragazza. Tienes mi carazon - my heart is yours. You are special to me so I'll kiss you here and now. He smiles as he lifts his chin to mine. Never! You are lost, go and look for your heart elsewhere. This one (pointing to my chest) belongs to no one. I moved back and looked down. Tears filling my eyes but I shook them away immediately, not wanting to see me as weak. He didn't speak, he moved closer with his eyes on me devouring every part of my body. My heart skipped then he steps back. I'll be back in twenty minutes. Decide what you want! He opened the door and stepped out. I sigh in deep relief. The cleaners came in to clean the mess on the floor. I stepped outside the room, quickly looked around and saw no one was present. I tiptoed and walked towards the main door leading outside the mansion. A hand grabbed me from behind hugging me and pinning me to the wall. He turned me around and a dark, fierce face stared back right into my eyes. How dare you make my Boss cry? He asked. "What"? Cry? Why? I had expected Luca to hit me or bully me for what I did but he did the other way round. I thought. You bullied him and he didn't fight back, rather he went to his room and cried. What and who exactly are you? I have been with Luca for fifteen years and I have never seen him shed a tear. He is a very hard man who has no feelings and blood to him is like water. He said. "You are hurting me, let me go"! I wriggled my waist for freedom. You go no where till I have an answer to my question. He tightened his grip. I can see you are just like a stubborn fly that won't repent until it sets its ass on fire. He said. "And you are just like your boss who is as stone headed and hard hearted as anything I can imagine". I said furiously. What? He screamed looking like he would strangle me. He lifted me up and carried me to where Luca was standing in his room with his back turned to me. Away. He ordered. Then he kept silent again. I learnt you were crying. Did I beat you? I mocked him. Truly, you are not serena. He said not facing me yet. "I already told you and you know so what else do you want from me"? Leave me alone. My Serena will never make me cry, she will never dishonor me, she will never speak ill to me or speak low of me. So what does your Serena do to you? I raised my chin and smirked. "Maybe if I can pretend to behave like her, I can find an escape route. He will let me go". I ponder within me. Serena speaks softly, she doesn't scream like you and she's not a street cat. She doesn't hit me like you do. How she behaves to you is none of my business! Let me go! I screamed. Sienna! He called sharply. You are not serena but as from today, you become Serena. What? The chef brings in a tray and sets it down on the small dining table in his room. Luca turns around to look at me, I thought he was going to hit me back or let the guards take me. Sit and let's eat together, you are hungry. He said smiling. He face was as fresh as the roses in his garden I had seen earlier through the window curtains. He had cleaned up the mess I created on his face. He wears a calm look as if nothing had happened. Why didn't you hit me? I asked curiously. I already told you, If I start it I won't stop. We have a long way to go. He stole a glance at me expecting a reaction. I paused and asked so "why didn't you punish me"? You are special ragazza. Eat. He shoves some spoonful in his mouth and munch noisily. Is this how you eat? Like a lion devouring a prey? I frowned a little while reading his reaction. He drank some water and use the napkin to wipe his mouth. Serena will simply say "munch quietly my dear" He said looking at me. "But I am not Serena that baby sits your immatured attitude. A grown up man should have coutersy, manners and morals". Then you teach me! He munch noisily again, drank more water and stood up. I'm done eating. Eat up, we need to talk. I began to eat.... "I have nothing to say to you Tesoro mio - my darling". I said pretending to comply with becoming my unknown twin sister. He looks at me a little shocked. "No, you do ragazza"!"That's honest," Serena corrected. "And it's the best I can offer. Brutal honesty about inevitable betrayal, delivered early enough that you can make an informed choice. Stay knowing what I am, or leave knowing you tried. Either way, you won't be able to say I deceived you."Sienna moved back to the bed, picking up the investigator's report, staring at her sister's handwritten notes choosing abandonment. "I should leave. I should walk out of this hospital and never come back, should choose myself the way you've always chosen yourself.""You should," Serena agreed. "It would be thye healthy choice. The self-protective choice. The choice that honors your own wellbeing over complicated sisterhood with a monster.""But?" Sienna prompted."But I hope you don't," Serena admitted. "I hope you're stupid enough to stay. Damaged enough to find honest monstrosity preferable to performed warmth. Desperate enough for a family that you'll accept a conditional connection over no connection.""Yo
"I didn't know I was performing," Serena said. "I was a baby, I was just trying to survive. Trying to be whatever they wanted so I could get out of the system. I didn't understand that being chosen meant you weren't."Sienna returned to the report, her vision blurring with tears she still refused to shed:"Current assessment: Subject is at high risk for homelessness upon aging out of foster care. Has minimal support system, no family connections, limited financial resources. Psychological evaluation suggests untreated attachment disorder and probable depression, though subject refuses counseling services.""Investigator's note: Subject appears to have internalized her abandonment/separation as personal failure. Multiple foster parents mentioned her saying things like "I wasn't good enough to keep" or "Something's wrong with me." Despite this, she demonstrates remarkable resilience and determination to build independent life through art.""Recommendation: Subject could benefit from
Sienna returned to the hospital the next afternoon, bringing flowers she'd impulsively bought from a street vendor. She felt ridiculous carrying them but what do you bring the sister who abandoned you and an empty hands felt worse?Serena was sitting up in bed, looking significantly stronger than yesterday. Her color had improved, and she'd managed to style her hair into something presentable. Even recovering from gunshot wounds, she couldn't help but curate her presentation."Flowers," Serena observed as Sienna entered. "How conventional. I half-expected you to bring a weapon to finish what Viktor started.""The thought crossed my mind," Sienna admitted, setting the flowers on the windowsill. "But murder feels like too much effort today.""Fair," Serena said. "How are you? Matteo said you've been staying at a hotel. Not eager to return to your apartment?""Viktor's men know where I live," Sienna said, settling into the chair beside the bed. "Matteo thought it was safer to stay mobi
"So you protected their feelings?" Sienna asked incredulously. "I protected my position," Serena corrected. "I was seven years old, finally somewhere stable after god knows what happened before. I wasn't going to risk that stability by introducing complications. So when they asked if I had siblings, I said no. Simple lie, enormous consequences." "You were seven," Sienna said slowly. "You lied when you were seven to protect your adoption. But what about later? What about when you were seventeen, twenty, twenty-three? What about when you hired a private investigator and found me in Queens? Why keep lying then?" "Because by then it was part of my constructed identity," Serena said. "By then I'd built an entire life around being an only child, a singular orphan with a tragic backstory. Introducing a twin would have meant revealing I'd been lying for years. Would have meant admitting my entire identity was fabrication." "So you chose your false identity over your real sister,"
Serena was quiet for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, clearly choosing her words carefully. "Because acknowledging you meant admitting I wasn't special. The Merchants adopted me only because they thought I was a singular orphan who needed rescue. If they'd known I had a twin who wasn't chosen, it would have complicated their narrative. Made them question why they chose one and not both." "That's actually painful," Serena corrected. "And now that I've said it, I want to take it back. I want to retreat into strategic detachment where feelings don't hurt but you asked for real, so there it is. I'm jealous and resentful and aware that I destroyed the parts of myself you kept intact. That's as real as I get." Sienna moved closer to the bed, studying her sister's face identical to her own but marked by different choices, different survival strategies, different sacrifices. "I'm sorry," Sienna said quietly. "For what?" Serena asked, genuinely confused. "For whatever
Serena regained consciousness three days after the shooting.Sienna was in the hospital cafeteria when Matteo called with the news. She'd been spending her days splitting time between the hotel and the hospital, a strange limbo existence where she waited for her sister to either die or survive while avoiding the man she was trying to forget. Luca had kept his word, he didn't come to the hospital again, neither contact her nor intrude on her careful boundaries. Matteo provided updates on both Serena's condition and Viktor's movements. The threat had dissipated, Viktor's remaining men had fled the city after one of them was killed in the ambush, apparently deciding Serena wasn't worth the additional risk. "She's awake," Matteo said over the phone. "Asking for you. Well, asking if 'the other one' is still here. I think that means you." "The other one," Sienna repeated. "Charming. How is she?" "Weak, in pain, but lucid. Doctors say she'll make a full recovery. She's incredibly







