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Chapter 3

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"Sienna."

He spoke softly to the door. "Papa brought you some chocolate. Have something sweet. Stop being mad at us."

I floated in front of him, crouching down to look at him.

His eyes were so red. The lines around them were deeper than last year. There was gray in his hair now.

He was only forty-five, but he looked like an old man who had been through hell.

"Papa, I'm right here. I'm dead. Please, just go in and look at me."

"Sienna?" he called again. He pushed the piece of chocolate under the door.

I reached out to touch his face. My fingers passed right through him.

He sighed, a deep, disappointed sound. "This kid... still holding a grudge."

He nudged the chocolate under the door with the toe of his expensive shoe.

"Fine. Stay put. But don't cause any more trouble. After your sister is gone… Papa will make it all up to you."

I didn't wait for him to find me.

I watched his back as he walked away and whispered,

"You don't have to, Papa. You don't have to make anything up to me."

You'll never get the chance.

After my father left, the hallway was quiet again.

A soft noise came from the grand hall.

Mamma came out of Vivian's room, closing the door gently. She stood in the hall, staring into space.

She looked at the cellar door, her lips pressed tight. She looked torn.

Finally, she walked over. She crouched in the same spot my father had.

"Sienna."

Her voice was a whisper. "Don't blame Mamma, okay?"

"Mamma knows you're hurt."

She went on, her fingers picking at the carvings on the door. "But your sister only has one day left. Just let her have this. Let her go happy, can you?"

I floated in front of her. I saw the wetness in her eyes.

She wiped it away quickly, like she didn't want anyone to see.

"After your sister is gone, Mamma will buy you the newest Ferrari. I'll take you to Milan for the fashion shows. And the Family's jewelry stores on Fifth Avenue, you always wanted those, right? Mamma will give them all to you."

A tear finally fell. It hit the cold floor and made a small, dark stain.

"Mamma will give you everything... so today, just for today, stop making trouble, okay?"

She waited. The cellar was silent.

The sadness on my mother's face slowly faded. It was replaced by anger.

She shot to her feet, stumbling a little.

"That child… so ungrateful!"

She cursed, her voice cracking with fury. "No sympathy at all! After everything we've done for her? We raised a viper!"

She turned and walked away quickly, her back stiff.

The party was about to start.

The roar of an engine echoed outside.

The former head of the family, my grandmother, Donna Caterina, stepped into the estate, surrounded by her guards.

She was holding a vintage music box.

Grandma sat down on the leather sofa. Her eyes, sharp as ever, scanned the room. Her brow furrowed.

Her eyes, sharp as ever, scanned the room. "Valeria. Where is Sienna?"
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    The SUV entered the heavily guarded private vineyard.There was no New York mob noise here. No cold-blooded calculations. Just the peace of the early morning.Grandma went to the fireplace and lit the dry wood with a match.The warm, golden light flickered, slowly chasing away the chill of the morgue.Grandma walked back to the table.She placed the heavy urn squarely in the center of the long table in the living room.Then, she lit three white prayer candles.The flames danced.Grandma closed her eyes and slowly made the sign of the cross over her chest.It was the Family's oldest, most sacred farewell ritual.I floated in the air, watching it all.Suddenly, Grandma's eyes opened.Her cloudy but sharp eyes looked directly at where I was floating."Sienna."Her voice was hoarse, thick with unshed tears. "Nonna can see you."I felt a jolt.In that instant, eighteen years of pain, suffering, and bitterness broke through.I burst into tears."Nonna Caterina!"I cried out and rushed toward

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    The guards pulled my screaming, desperate father away.By tradition, every core member of the Valenti Family was buried in the lavish family mausoleum.But Grandma refused."Her ashes will not be tainted by this house of lies and ambition."With an iron will, she broke a century of family tradition.She demanded a private cremation.There was no grand, showy funeral.No fake-mourning allied bosses paying their respects.Grandma had only one thing prepared: a pure white, custom-made silk gown. It was the 18th birthday present she'd had made for me.In the cold morgue, Grandma drew a basin of water and gently washed the grime from my face.With her own hands, she dressed me in that flawless white gown.The door was thrown open.Mamma Valeria stumbled in. Her hands were covered in blood, her eyes filled with a crazed plea."Mamma, let me... please, let me put on Sienna's shoes..."Mamma fell before the gurney, her trembling hands reaching for my ankles.Click.Grandma didn't even look up.

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    The howling in the great hall was deafening.The cries leaked through the heavy doors, attracting the wives of a few lesser bosses, men who depended on the Valenti family.They had come for the party.Now they stood at the entrance, their eyes traveling over the wreckage to the body in Grandma's arms."My God..."A woman in a red dress, holding a glass of champagne, covered her mouth.But her voice was sharp, dripping with a cruel sort of humor."Well, look at this. A little mix-up in the Valenti succession. The dying girl lives, and the living girl dies."She let out a little chuckle, raising her champagne flute. "Seems even God gets the twins confused."The air went still.Mamma Valeria slowly turned her head.The tear tracks were still on her face, but the despair in her eyes had hardened into the madness of a mob boss's wife.Click.The crisp sound of metal.Mamma ripped the gun from her waistband, racked the slide, and lunged. She grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and slammed the w

  • The Forgotten Sister’s Last Night   Chapter 6

    The noon sun streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the floor.The estate was unnaturally quiet.The heat was cranked to the max. Waves of hot air poured from the vents.But I knew. No amount of heat could warm that body.The door to Vivian's room slammed open.She ran out, barefoot, pulling away from my mother, whose eyes were red and swollen. She ran for the living room."Get out of my way! I have to see Sienna!"She stumbled down the spiral staircase, her footsteps echoing in the empty hall.Then she stopped.In the middle of the room, Don Marcello Valenti, the man who once made the New York underworld tremble, was sitting on the cold floor.He was holding me.His suit jacket was open, wrapped carefully around my body.I was limp against his chest, my head tilted, my long hair falling around me.His hands, calloused from years of holding a gun, were now clumsily rubbing my stiff fingers. Over and over again."Almost there… almost warm…"He cooed, hi

  • The Forgotten Sister’s Last Night   Chapter 5

    "What's wrong?"Mamma's voice was still bright with morning joy. She nudged Papa, who was frozen in the doorway."Marcello, move. I'll go wake Sienna—""Don't go in."Papa's voice was shaking badly. "Papa?"Vivian peeked out from behind Mamma, her big eyes filled with a perfectly measured dose of concern."What's wrong with Sienna?"She called out softly, "Sienna, big sister is here to see you. Stop your tantrum, okay?"I floated near the ceiling, watching her with cold eyes.Her acting was always flawless.Of course, the cold body in the corner couldn't answer her.The cellar was terrifyingly quiet.Mamma finally sensed something was wrong. She shoved Papa's arm aside and forced her way across the damp, dark threshold.She saw the small, curled-up figure in the corner right away."Sienna, stop faking. Get up," Mamma said, walking over quickly.She reached out with her usual impatience and gave my shoulder a hard push.The next second, Mamma froze completely.There was no warmth. No s

  • The Forgotten Sister’s Last Night   Chapter 4

    My mother's face changed in an instant."She's... at the riding club," she said, avoiding Grandma's gaze, looking down at her dress.Grandma didn't say a word. She just stared at her, cold."The riding club?""I'll go get her.""Valeria!"Mamma stood up quickly, her voice shaky. "Sienna is... throwing a tantrum. I put her in the cellar to think about what she's done."Grandma froze."What did you say?" she asked, each word slow and deliberate. "You locked Sienna in the cellar?""But you know today is Vivian's…" Valeria's voice trailed off into a guilty whisper.Grandma's face darkened.She stood up. She swayed, a little unsteady.Mamma tried to help her, but Grandma pushed her away."Valeria!" Grandma's voice was shaking. "Sienna is your daughter, too!"Mamma opened her mouth to say something, but Grandma cut her off."Yes, I know Vivian's fate is a tragedy. To be born knowing you won't live to see nineteen. I know you pity her. You want to give her a perfect farewell."Grandma's voice

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