All Chapters of OWNED BY THE MAFIA TWINS: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Aurora's POV I woke up an hour later, refreshed, eased and the strain of whatever stress it was in my body was all gone."Aurora," Sorrentino called, knocking as he pushed the door to the room open."Awake?" He questioned and I nodded in response, holding his hands to get off the bed."Let's go now, you've been inside all day, a little sun will do no harm," He said.A small smile formed on my face as I wore the slippers by the foot of the bed while he led me outside the room."Where exactly are we going to?" I asked, my body tensing at the thought of being caught by the Cavallaros."No one's going to see you here, Aurora," He comforted, barely completing his words when I saw the man who gave me the bracelet on my wrist."Hi, good evening," I greeted, waving to him."Do you know him?" Sorrentino asked."Um yes, I know him from the hospital," I replied, dropping my hands to my side.Mr. Falcone," Sorrentino called, his tone shifting slightly—more formal, more guarded.The man turned fu

Sorrentino's POV "Mr Sorrentino," My right-hand man called, running into my office. "You look like you had a demon in your heels, why are you running?" I asked, closing the document in front of me. "I think you need to see this," he said, talking closer with a document in his arms. "You asked to look into the Ayla that is with the Cavarallos," He said with a pause. "And I'm supposed to think that you have something important to tell me," I said, watching as he swallowed hard, shaking his head. "The DNA test was negative sir," "W—what does that mean?" I asked, springing up from the chair. "She's not the real Ayla that you've been looking for, Mr Sorrentino. She's a fake, and I don't think even the Cavarallos know," he blurted, moving closer. "That means the real Ayla is still out there, or maybe she's dead, it's been years...""There's something else too Mr Sorrentino," he said, handing the documents in his hands to me. "Those are the DNA results I made with the sample you ga

Aurora's pov Ayla—Aurora," a voice yelled from outside the room. I darted my gaze toward the door, heart hammering in my chest.And there he was. My father. The man who had been desperately searching for his daughter just days ago.He stood there in the doorway, frozen as if time had stopped for him. His eyes—warm, wild, wet—locked onto mine with a force that made my knees tremble."A—are you my Ayla?" he asked, his voice cracking, brimming with disbelief and hope all at once as he took a hesitant step forward.I felt the words rise in my throat like a tide. "Y—yes, yes... it's me. Aurora..." I breathed, the name caught between the girl I had been and the girl I might be again.His lips parted, quivering. “Oh my goodness, c—can I hug you?” he asked, voice trembling like a child afraid of rejection.I could only nod, afraid that if I opened my mouth, the dam would break and everything would come flooding out.He closed the distance between us in an instant and pulled me into his arms.

Aurora's POV "We're home," My father's voice resounded behind me, a wide smile spread across his face.This felt like home, like the home that I wanted to come to, I felt wanted, like a human."Mr Falcone," A man called as he opened the car door for us to get down from the car."He's Adam, and if you need anything, Aurora, he'll be at your service," my father said, pulling me closer."Mr Falcone," Adam asked questioningly, turning his gaze at me."She's my daughter, Ayla, but call her Aurora," he said, patting my shoulder gently.I blinked, heart, skipping a beat as he said it so naturally, as he’d always known me by that name. Like Ayla was someone else, someone we’d left behind the moment the car doors shut.Adam nodded, offering me a polite smile. “Welcome home, Aurora. If there’s anything you need, just ask.”I forced a smile back, unsure of how to respond to being renamed like a doll. Was this what it meant to be accepted here? To become someone new entirely?“Come,” my father s

Nestore's POV "Watch how you speak...""You fucking watch how your speak to me, Cavarallo; what do you think that you have the right to speak to me any fucking how you want? Why, because you're looking for your sex toy?" The bastard snapped, throwing the glass in his hands to the floor.I paused, taken aback by his sudden growl."Where the fuck is Aurora?" I asked, closing the space between us."She's where she ought to be," he replied, pissed."What do you mean by she's where she ought to be? Where the fuck is she?!" Nevio growled from behind me, pushing closer."You both should either speak to me, the fuckin way you know you want to be spoken to, or you shut your fucking mouth and walk out of my house," he growled, his veins popping.I didn’t flinch. I took another step forward, eyes locked on his.“I won’t ask you again,” I said, my voice low and deadly. “Where. Is. Aurora?”Nevio’s presence behind me was a storm waiting to erupt. “If anything happens to her, I swear to God—”"You