MasukI finished my meal and rose to my feet. I didn't bother calling the chef but rather took the tray and moved towards the kitchen.
Then the man with the dark eyes who had pinned me to the wall the other time appeared and took the tray from me. "Don't"! He said. I allowed him take the tray and walked away from him. "Stop"! He screamed and I did immediately without turning back to look at him. I rolled my eyes in exhaustion. "I am Matteo and I know you are not the Don's Ragazza but you can become one in order to save your life and win him over. He loves you and won't let you go, he is beclouded by your exact resemblance with Serena". He said calmly. "No, you cannot tell me what to do or what not to do". I screamed at him. "You are Sienna who is confusing my Boss to be Serena. You are too stubborn she's too calm, you fight she doesn't, you talk back at my Boss she doesn't. Whatever a man has is what he uses to save his soul. Good night". He said and walked past me. I stood there trying to process what he had just said. "If I can try this, it might work but why are they all telling me this? Anyway, two can play the game, let's see how it works out". I whispered within me. I got close to my door and met Luca waiting for me beside my room. "Are you stalking me"? I asked calmly. "Stalking you while you are around me"? How is that even possible? Go inside, we need to talk. "No, say it here. You can't go in". I responded a bit harsh. "La mia ragazza, when will you ever corporate with me in this matter"? He drew closer and smoothen the stands of air falling on my face. "Let's corporate, Ma va la - come on". "I don't need your corporation Mr Don". I said mockingly. "I left a wine on your table". He said smiling. "You will like it". I smiled dryly. "Thank you but I don't drink, go and take your wine away" I came inside and sat at the edge of my bed. "I think you didn't like my food. I didn't hear a thank you". He said as he stepped in. "Well, thank you". I said feeling embarrassed. "Do you like it"? He asked smiling. "It's not bad". I responded looking indifferent. "Hmmm, not really but I actually like the food. Why did you ask"? "Because I made it specially for you and thought you may like it" "You made the food? That's great". I looked away more embarrassed. He had taken his time to prepare a meal for me and I didn't even say a thank you after eating. Thank you but next time, ask me what my taste is like before preparing a meal for me. I said non challantly. Ok, he replied calmly beyond my expectations. He glanced at me and smiled. I went about the room putting some things in order and got ready to take a shower. "I want to have a shower now, will you excuse me"? I asked. I'll wait for you, go shower while I wait. No, leave my room. I said to him. We haven't talked yet. I told you we need to talk Ciao - beautiful. "Ok, tell me now and get out". I replied.. Why are you this harsh? That's not nice of you. "I don't want to be nice to anyone, the world isn't nice to me. So"? Luca kept quiet and only stared at me. I stepped into the shower and came out in a moment. Then I saw Luca had left my room. I exhaled in relief. "What does he want from me"? I slipped into a pair of pyjamas and laid on the bed quietly. ***The Next Morning*** I woke up later than usual. I was unusually exhausted and had slept so well unlike the previous nights. I quickly got up and stepped into the shower. By the time I came out, Luca was in my room sitting on the edge of the bed with a tray of food on the table. I decided to dress while he was there. He kept staring like he would swallow me. What is it? I asked irritated. He kept mute, smirked and looked away. I got a pair of jeans and top to wear. I caught him looking at me and licking his lips. Are you a dog? Why are you wagging your tongue like a dog's tail? I said wanting to make him angry. He still didn't talk. By now, I had conquered his emotions just like that. His eyes became dim as he lowered his eyebrows. I could see the tension in his eyes. He is trying so hard to fight his emotions rather than letting them out. He stood up and came closer to me, staring into my eyes like he wanted to kiss me but needed my permission. I stepped back and turned away from him moving close to the window and peeping outside. He came from behind and put his hand around my waist. Good morning Ragazza. He said calmly with a sexy tone. Good morning Don Luca. I responded smiling and looked at him. He smiled too. How was your night? Did you sleep well? Yes fine, thank you. And you? I asked trying to play a good ragazza. It was good but would have been better if you were by my side. He said trying to flirt with me. Oh really? I smirked. I want us to talk. Let's have dinner in 3 days time. He said calmly walking away. What! You gonna keep me here for the next three days? How am I supposed to survive here in a strange environment. I screamed in my mind. "Don Luca, I ....." "Yes you will be here for the next three days". He responded as if reading my mind. What? I asked. Don't worry, you'll be fine. He said and walked to the door while I looked on. I smiled, I am beginning to capture him in bits and that will lead to my freedom. Stop following me! Stop invading my privacy. I screamed as he opened the door and stepped out without a word. Boss, what is wrong? Matteo asked. You are allowing this girl to change you. She's not even your ragazza but you are making her one. She's a different kind entirely. I know. Ragazza was lost and she surfaced so she just has to take her place and fill the gap Serena left. He sat down looking down casted. Why did you allow her to do this to you? You are the Don we all look up to but now, we can't even recognize you anymore. What's that? Matteo said. Let me be! He said. Matteo leaves immediately and Marco comes in. Boss, this one shares a different value to Serena. They quite very opposite in nature. I suggest we grant her freedom and keep searching for your ragazza. Marco said. Don't even! Luca said and spat on the tiles. I will never let her go. You all don't know what letting her go would do to me. He rose to his feet and walked away. "Breakfast"! He ordered. "Set and served by the chef". Marco replied as he walked away too. "Sienna"? He asked. "Breakfast served", the chef replied. "Begone". ***Sienna's Room*** Two guards were standing at her entrance. Don said to remind you about the dinner, 6pm three days time. Riccardo said looking straight into my eyes. "Tell your Boss I go no where! Tell him I need my freedom". I said calmly. "Tell him when you get to the dinner, we can't speak for you". Tommaso answered. "Then you must be crazy! Get out of here". The both looked at each other and walked away. Luca comes in and stood at the door. He looks at me and smiles like he just won an award. I like the fact that you are tough like me. "We have something in common'. He says. "Not you and I". I answered. "Let me go". He closes the door and steps in properly. He stands akimbo. "Go ahead, pour the food on me like the other day. Go on". "So you can force me to kiss you? No, Don Luca, I'll rather ......" I stepped closer enough to hold him. I raised my head and kissed him on the lips. I watched his reaction. He raised his brows as if surprised but didn't respond. I kissed him more and he moaned a little and held my waist. I ravished my hands all over his body, tempting him the more. He closed his eyes and just held me. He didn't kiss me back. I kissed him again and this time he responded. He held my hands and put them on his chest. I tried to move them but he held me still. I opened my eyes staring at him but his eyes remained closed. Ragazza! Mi Cielo - my sky.....She pulled out her phone and took several photos from different angles, making sure the mark was clearly visible. Evidence. Ammunition. Proof of my violence that could be deployed if needed then she sat on the edge of the bed, allowing herself a small smile of satisfaction.She’d successfully turned Luca against me with minimal effort. Had positioned herself as the reasonable victim while painting me as emotionally unstable and dangerous. Had created a narrative where anything I said now would sound like desperate attempts to justify violence.It was almost too easy.My capacity for genuine emotion made me vulnerable. Made me predictable. Made me easy to manipulate because I responded authentically to provocation instead of calculating strategic response.Serena had deliberately pushed until I broke, then performed victimhood the moment someone walked in. Classic abuser tactic really provokes until the target reacts, then points to their reaction as proof of instability.And Luca had
“Good,” Matteo said. “You deserve that. You deserve to choose yourself.”I nodded, too tired to say more.After I left, the hospital room fell into heavy silence. Serena remained by the window, still touching her reddening cheek, her expression carefully neutral. Luca stood in the middle of the room, conflict evident on his face.Matteo moved to leave, but paused at the door. “You made a mistake, Luca.”“I held someone accountable for violence,” Luca said defensively. “That’s not a mistake.”“You took sides without hearing full context,” Matteo corrected. “You saw a handprint and assumed guilt without understanding what led to it. That’s exactly the kind of blind judgment you criticized others for making.”“Matteo…” Luca started.“I’m going to check on her,” Matteo interrupted. “Make sure she’s actually okay and not just performing strength while falling apart. You know, the thing you should be doing instead of defending someone you barely know over someone you claim to love.”He lef
"You're going to believe her over me? After everything we've been through, after months of you claiming to see me clearly, you're going to take her side?" "I'm taking the side of not hitting people," Luca said. "Regardless of what was said, regardless of provocation, violence isn't acceptable." "But kidnapping is?" I said bitterly. "Holding someone captive for months is fine, but one slap in response to systematic emotional abuse is where you draw the line?" Luca's face hardened. "That's not fair." "None of this is fair," I said, looking between Luca and Serena. "She orchestrated this perfectly. She pushed and pushed until I broke, then played victim the moment someone walked in. And you... you're so blinded by guilt and her angelic performance that you can't see what she's doing." "What she's doing?" Luca repeated. "She's standing there with a handprint on her face that you put there, Sienna. That's not performance, that's physical evidence of your violence." "Evidence without
"Because hating you is better than being alone," Serena admitted. "Because at least when I'm attacking you, I feel something other than emptiness. Because you're the only person who's ever stayed despite knowing what I am and I'm selfish enough to need that even if needing it makes me weaker." "That's sick," I said. "That's honest," Serena corrected. "I'm telling you exactly what this relationship would be, me hating you for your capacity for goodness while simultaneously needing your presence to feel anything at all. Take it or leave it." Something in me snapped, some final thread of patience or hope or desperate need for family that had been holding me together. "You know what?" I said, my voice dangerously quiet. "I'm done. Done with your brutal honesty that's just cruelty dressed up as truth. Done with your damage being used as weapon against me. Done with accepting scraps of conditional affection and calling it sisterhood." "Finally," Serena said, and I couldn't tell if it w
“But that version of me wouldn’t have survived,” I said. “In my world, softness gets you destroyed. Caring makes you vulnerable. And vulnerable people don’t last.” I held her gaze. “So no. I’ll probably keep hurting you.” The honesty in that hurt more than the insults. “Then this is goodbye,” she said. And it felt like tearing something out of my chest. “It should be.” “But you don’t want it to be,” she said. A faint, broken smile touched my lips. “No. I don’t.” Silence stretched between us. “But I hope you stay anyway,” I whispered. “I hope you’re stubborn enough. Or broken enough. Or desperate enough to choose this even knowing what it is.” “That’s not fair.” “Nothing about us is.” I didn’t look away. “I will hurt you, Sienna. I will choose myself. I will lash out when I feel threatened. That’s not going to change. So the question is, can you live with that?” She stood there, halfway out the door, feeling like she was split in two. “I need time,” she said finally. “Time to
“I needed to understand the hierarchy,” Serena said, her voice cold enough to cut. “I’m the successful one. The strategic one. The twin who matters. You’re the mistake, the one they threw away because even at seven, they could tell you’d never be worth keeping.”Something inside my chest didn’t just hurt, it splintered. Not a clean break. A fracture. The kind that never really heals right. This wasn’t honesty. It wasn’t even cruelty in the heat of the moment. This was calculated. Precise. Designed to destroy.“The investigator’s report…” I said slowly, the pieces sliding into place in a way that made my stomach turn. “You didn’t show it to me to be honest. You showed it to set this up. You wanted proof, documentation, so you could twist the knife deeper.”Her lips curved, pleased. “Smart girl. Took you long enough. Yes, I showed you so you’d come back vulnerable. So you’d be perfectly positioned for maximum damage when I told you the truth that I chose to let you suffer because your s
The day passed in heavy anticipation. Sienna spent most of it in the art studio, attacking canvas with violent strokes.Dark reds bleeding into blacks, twin faces that looked identical but felt completely different. One angelic, one demonic. Both lies. She didn't know which one she was painting.
Sienna woke to gray morning light and the hollow feeling of emotional exhaustion. She'd slept poorly, dreams tangled with images of identical faces, one cold, one warm, both lies.She showered, dressed in jeans and a simple sweater, armor unnecessary when you'd already been stripped bare. The face
Matteo's expression darkened. "That's where it gets worse. Serena—Sara, she knew about Sienna. Has known for years." Luca's hands clenched on the desk. "Explain." "Three years ago, she hired a private investigator to locate any living relatives," Matteo said, pulling out another document. "Sta
"Then let her come," Luca decided. "But on our terms, in our timing. I want to see Serena face to face, want to watch her perform this heroic sister routine, want Sienna to see who her twin really is." "That's risky," Matteo warned. "If Serena manages to extract Sienna, if she gets law enforcem

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