Millionaire's Unknown Daughter

Chapter 2

I'd been here in Italy a week so far, and hadn't come any closer to finding my Father. I'd searched for his company in the area, and found nothing. I was left thinking, that maybe the Internet had been wrong about where he was now.

I was running out of money, and didn't even have a plane ticket home. I'd been so determined to find him, that I barely thought about what would happen if I couldn't.

Entering a small bar near my hotel, I planned to drown my sorrows, and forget about him for one night at least.

After drinking a few too many local beverages, I was beginning to feel tipsy. The bar tender was hot, and he'd been hovering around me all night trying to get my attention; which I thought was weird. I didn't consider myself beautiful at all, sure I was okay looking, but nothing special.

I'd inherited my dark looks from my Father, from the photos I'd seen on the Internet. I looked exactly like my Mom, just with dark brown hair, instead of her white blonde. I had my Father's eyes too, a startling emerald colour.

"So pretty lady, why the long face?" The bar tender asked, trying to gain my attention again.

"I'm here trying to find someone, and failing miserably at it." I reply annoyed at myself.

"Boyfriend, huh?" He asks sounding amused.

"No damn it!? My Father. I need to find him, and have no clue how. I've never met the bastârd before, and my Mom's dead now, so I want answers." I reply angrily.

He looks shocked at my outburst, and nods at me.

"Sorry." I mumble embarrassed.

"It's okay cara. Maybe I can help you out, what's your Father's name?" He asks me gently.

I look up at him, wondering if I should trust him.

"Dante Salvador. I've been looking for him, but can't find him. I don't even know if he knows that I even exist, I mean he was eighteen when he met my Mom. Oh god!? What if he doesn't believe me?!" I ask him shocked that I'd only just thought of it.

The bar tender is stood staring at me weirdly, squinting his eyes at me. After a minute or so of silence, I fidget uncomfortably.

"I know your Father, cara. Would you like me to ring him for you? I'm sure he'll be very interested to meet you." The bartender replies angrily, and I blanch at him, unsure of why he was acting like this now?

Feeling a little scared by his new attitude, I shake my head and leave quickly, wanting to get back to the hotel and just sleep.

Outside the alcohol hits me harder, and I stumble slightly, as I walk towards my hotel.

I finally make it up to my room safely, and collapse into bed, fully clothed and completely exhausted.

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