Chapter 4 Hate At First Sight

FOLLOWING DAY

ITALY

DE LUCA MANSION

Tristan" Riccardo's younger son sat in the middle of stairs playing with the dagger his father had gifted him on his birthday, an unusual gift to give your twelve years old son, his mother Julia was not happy about it but his father had managed to talk her into letting him keep it

He stood up coming closer to the luxurious staircase as he saw his father entering the Mansion, father" he called out looking down in excitement as Riccardo came inside, he froze shocked by his swollen face, he looked at him confused as he wasn't alone behind him stood a little girl" his eyes took notice of every detail as he stood there

The little girl wore a white dress covered in blood she looked kind of broken and emotionless his eyes also took notice at how the side of her forehead was covered in dry blood as if she had been hurt and her wound was left unattended" his curious gaze fell on her face visible dry tears on the side of her cheeks he looked up and his blue eyes locked with hers he couldn't help but be captivated by the green in them they also complimented her long dark brown hair

Tristan come here son" called Riccardo as he noticed how he had been staring

He ran down the stairs and came to stand before him" Tristan this is Violet he's your new adopted sister said Riccardo looking at his son

What?!! he said shocked as he looked at his father with confusion, But father she....

I'm serious Tristan this is not up for discussion said Riccardo firmly

But I don't even know her protected Tristan, and now you do son she's family now he said ruffling up his hair Tristan stepped back looking at his unbelievable father who had just dropped a bombshell on him he turned and look at the little girl behind him many questions running through his head one of them being" why in the hell would his father suddenly adopt a stray it was not as if he needed more siblings" he already had enough siblings to give him a headache, his annoying fourteen years old brother Ethan and five years old sister Amelia

Son I'm trusting you from now on she's your responsibility it's your job to keep an eye on her

Why do I need to keep an eye on her he asked confused as he looked at his father

What I meant was you need to take care of her she's your younger sister said Riccardo with a forced smile as he corrected himself,you can show her to her bedroom now" he said casually

But father you can't possibly be serious I mean we don't know her she's a stranger and why is she covered in blood he said pointing out the question he has wanted to ask ever since they stepped inside

Tristan this is not how I raised you stop asking so many questions and do as you're told said Riccardo his nice act falling down in front of his son

Take her to her bedroom that's an order he said walking past him leaving them both

For a moment stood where his father left him looking at her feeling the intensity of her unwavering burning stare, I guess we are siblings now" he finally said looking at her

We are not siblings" she said firmly her voice low and ice cold as she stood in front of him looking straight into his eyes, What's your problem" he asked annoyed by her rudeness as he felt disrespected, degraded in his entire existence he had never been talked to like that especially by a stranger whom his father took pity on and adopted from the streets, he felt angry his ego bruised and as revenge he intended to make her life a living hell

Camila wanted to lash out and tell him that his sick father had kidnapped her after brutally killing her mother but she remembered their conversation in his private jet as they left Colombia Riccardo was not a very nice man he made sure to torture her and bend her to his will

He had specifically threatened her that if asked by anyone or his family she should tell them that she's a stray that he generously saved from the streets and brought home" nothing more otherwise he will kill her

Camila stood staring at him as he remembered his father's brutality towards her" Suit yourself Violet he said coldly with a smirk before heading upstairs leaving her standing alone in the entrance of the living room

I will escape she murmed to herself with angry determination as she looked at her supposedly new brother disappear upstairs, she felt hot tears wet her cheeks" she couldn't accept this, this was not her life she wasn't supposed to be here and how can she be Violet when she already has a name of her own, her name is Camila and it will remain that way, she loved the name' now more than ever because it was given to her by her mother, besides the fact of name change she couldn't still allow herself to stay here, how can she call another her brother when she already has two loving brothers waiting for her at home and let's not forget her father, she still had a lot to return to

Besides the fact that her supposedly new brother was her captor's son and her mother's killer, he was rude and he didn't like the way he had been staring at her it made her feel unwanted in a place she didn't even want to be in the first place, she already hated him, it was hatred at first sight and there was nothing that was going to change that

Her hands angrily clenched tightly to her white bloodied dress as hatred slowly devoured her heart turning it cold