Valencia and Valentina Romano, they are the daughters of Ailyn Romano and Daniel Romano.
Valencia Romano was supposed to marry Antonio Rossi but for some reason she knew that she couldn't do that unless she wanted to get herself killed. She needed...
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VALENTINA 22
My father was older than my mother, she was young and beautiful, they married because they were forced to by my grandparents, my mother hated my father for it. He was rich and she had nothing, she couldn't do anything to stop the wedding. She never wanted to marry him. She despised him. She pretended she didn't but yet I could see it on her face so clearly. So fucking clearly. She hated him. She looked at him with so much disgust.
My father wasn't the best man. He lied, he cheated, he was a scumbag. Daniel Romano was a bloody scumbag. He treated my mother the worst way possible. But she wasn't perfect, she treated me and my sister the worst way possible.
As I grew up, I could see that she hated me and my sister. She despised us because we were his blood. It's not like we were at fault but we looked exactly like him. She didn't love him, she hated him so she hated us because we were part of him. We were part of her too but she ignored that. We were his children. Not hers. In her mind, we didn't share any DNA with her.
When my father told her that they should marry us off, at only fifteen, she agreed. I hated her so much. I still hate her. She makes me sick to my stomach. We were still her children, even if she was trying to convince herself otherwise. We shared her blood, her DNA. She carried us for nine months. We were her children. She could lie to herself but we were her children.
Our mother never taught us the right and wrong, that's why we came out the way we did. Valencia being manipulative to get her way because she didn't know how else to get anyone to pay attention to her and me rebelling, drinking, doing drugs and dating guys so much older than me. I was fifteen and doing god knows what. I was a mess. I still am.
When I was sixteen, I got pregnant. She forced me to abort the child, even if I refused. She dragged me to the clinic and I remember screaming so clearly for her to let me go. For her to leave me alone but she didn't and I walked out of that building without my child in my stomach. She was a cruel woman. "Men don't want little whores with children that aren't theirs." She told me. I never understood how she could be that cruel towards her own daughter, I would do anything to protect that child that was inside me. I don't think I will ever forgive myself for letting it happen. I should have told Blaze but now there's no time for regret. It happened. I can't change shit.
I hated her so much. I despised her at that moment so much. She was doing the same thing as her mother did to her, forcing me to do something against my will.
She was a cruel bitch. She has always been and now she was becoming a monster; exactly like my father. She may not see it but she is becoming like him.
After she forced me to get the abortion, I didn't go out of my room, my boyfriend at the time was worried sick about me. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I was hurt. I was so fucking hurt. It was my child. Mine. She forced me to get rid of it. I didn't want to and she forced me.
