Valentina and Valentino were sent away by their parents when they were babies. In history, the Italian and Russian Mafia's were enemy's, however, in reality; they were the opposite.
The twins got sent to live with the Petrov's, no one would think t...
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When me and my twin were younger we used to love our birthday, well, we loved the attention. We used to start counting the days down to our next birthday after the one we just had finished.
But after our fourteenth birthday we started to hate our birthday. Our birthday used to be a day were we woke up and wanted to go back to sleep.
Our family don't know what happened inside the walls of that place we were trapped in, and we don't plan on telling them.
"You ready?" Alexi and Valentino stood in the frame of my door. I muttered a small, "yeah," and took one last look in the mirror; before heading to my brothers.
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My twin held my hand as we descended down the staircase. "You look beautiful, Val" Alexi complimented me. "Thanks, you look alright, I guess" I sent him a playful smile while he rolled his eyes, with a small smile. Tino shook his head at a small smile.
They both wore normal black and white suits. Boring. But Tino had a small red pocket square, to match me - mothers orders, I think.
Our family were waiting downstairs for us, in the foyer. My dad was wearing a grey suit, Nik and Vik were wearing navvy suit's. Mother wore a beige dress with a bright diamond necklace and matching earrings.
"You look stunning, дорогой" Viky said as he came to give me a hug and a kiss at the top of my head. (Sweetheart) I smiled and said a small "thank you."
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It didn't take long to get to the venue, but I noticed that, the closer we got, the four of them kept giving glances to each other.
I looked over at my older brothers who were having a conversation with their eyes, both having a small frown resting on their faces. Mother was looking at her lap. And father looked like he was in deep thought. I couldn't read his expression though.
The limo stopped and we arrived at the palace like venue. Lights illuminated the nights sky, security was everywhere and there was a crowed of paparazzi, getting held back, with cameras in there hands.
