HER LIFE

THE FUCK????

Valentina's POV

OM MY GODD!

My head has been paining since i heard their conversation in the meeting room. I was thinking about it while taking a bath. What Andrew said has been circling in my mind. If he cares so much why didn't he say anything when Victor was putting me in the orphanage?

I remember him being all sweet and caring  to me when I was a child. He would read me stories. We would spend hours in the library me sitting in a chair with a blanket wrapped around me. Him sitting Infront of me with a book in his hand.  

I dont't know where it went wrong.

I just finished combing my hair when i heard a knock on my door. I opened it to see Ace 

" Let's go down for dinner  we will introduce to the family" he said while pulling my hand as he took me downstairs

We entered the dining room and saw that most of them were already there

### Valentina's POV"Come sit down, Val," said my grandmother, her voice a soothing balm amidst the chaos that had engulfed my heart since arriving back at this lavish house.I walked toward my designated seat but found it occupied by one of my cousins. With a shrug, I opted for the empty chair at the end of the table, distancing myself from the unfamiliar faces that stared back at me. The weight of their expectations pressed down like a heavy blanket."Val—" Blake began, but his words were cut short by the creaking of the door as my grandfather, flanked by my uncles and Victor, entered the room."Valentina, get up from that chair," Victor commanded, his tone bordering on authoritative."Why?" I challenged, my gaze unwavering."That chair is for your grandfather—" Victor started, but my grandfather interjected, his voice gentle yet firm."It's okay, let her sit there," he said, approaching me and taking the seat beside mine."Let's start, shall we? I'm sure Farfalla is hungry." The familiar endearment sent a wave of nostalgia crashing over me. I recalled the days when my grandfather would chase me around the house, a plate of food in hand, eager to feed his little butterfly. Those were the moments when happiness was simple and uncomplicated.As the maid entered with plates piled high with food, Savio took it upon himself to introduce our relatives. "This is our Uncle Paolo, and beside him is Aunt Bianca. Their sons are Rocco and Lorenzo. Uncle Paolo is younger than Dad and is the middle child. Next, we have Uncle Romeo and Aunt Camilla, and these are their sons, Giovanni and Marco. Rocco and Lorenzo are 19 and 18, and Giovanni and Marco are twins, both 21."I nodded at each name, forcing a smile as I tried to absorb the details. I was grateful for the food, but my appetite was fleeting, overshadowed by the heaviness in my chest. I focused on eating, the sound of cutlery scraping against porcelain a constant reminder of how far removed I felt from everyone.Once the meal was finished, I felt an overwhelming urge to retreat to my room. Yet, as I stood up to leave, an unexpected noise caught my attention—splashing water. Intrigued, I followed the sound, my footsteps leading me to an inconspicuous door.Pushing it open, I was greeted by the sight of an indoor pool that felt both extravagant and surreal. Just a short distance away, Rocco was swimming, and our eyes locked. "Oh hi, Valentina, please come in," he beckoned, his warm smile easing some of my tension. I stepped inside, sitting on a chair beside the pool as he swam closer."We didn't get to say hi before. I'm Rocco, your cousin," he introduced himself."Hey," I replied, feeling a mixture of familiarity and unfamiliarity wash over me."I didn't know about this pool; sorry if I interrupted you," I said, preparing to get up."Oh no, please sit down. You didn't interrupt anything," he insisted, his voice casual."I don't know if you remember, but you loved swimming when you were young. I, along with Elilah, taught you how to swim," he recalled, a hint of nostalgia coloring his words.I remembered faint flashes of those days—how Rocco was always there when Elilah was busy, playing games with me, making me laugh. "Yeah, I don't remember much from when I was a child," I admitted, a twinge of sadness in my voice."Oh," Rocco responded, the disappointment evident in his tone. He quickly masked it, though, shifting back to a cheerful demeanor. "Well, I was just heading up to sleep. I'll see you tomorrow.""Goodnight, Vallie," he said as I got up, a word that sent a wave of warmth through me. I hadn't heard that nickname in years. It was a reminder of our shared past, of the times he'd rescued me from the teasing of others, inviting me to play in the back garden."Goodnight, Rocco," I echoed softly as I left.My mind drifted back to memories of the garden—our sacred space where we planted flowers and sat on the swing set for hours, sharing silence that was comfortable and familiar. It had been our escape, a retreat from the world.Instead of heading to my room, an inexplicable pull drew me toward the garden. As I stepped outside, a chill ran through the air, but I welcomed it, relishing the quiet. Yet, my moment of peace was shattered when I spotted a figure standing in the shadows.As I approached, recognition dawned on me. "Oh, Farfalla, what are you doing here so late at night?" My grandfather's voice was filled with concern."Oh, I just wanted some fresh air," I replied, attempting to dismiss the unease gnawing at my insides."Come sit down with me," he invited, gesturing to the empty space beside him. I obliged, and we settled into a comfortable silence, the sound of crickets serenading the night. In that stillness, I wished it could last forever. Yet, my yearning for tranquility was abruptly interrupted by the sharp crack of a gunshot that echoed through the night, sending adrenaline surging through my veins."FUCK THIS WORLD! I CAN'T HAVE PEACE FOR ONE SECOND!" My thoughts spiraled into a tempest of panic. Gripping my waist, I felt the reassuring weight of my gun. In unison, my grandfather retrieved his own weapon, and we raced inside, urgency fueling our movements.As we entered, I found my brothers, armed and alert. The tension in the air was palpable, the atmosphere thick with fear and anticipation. Suddenly, men in gas masks flooded the house, and the scent of chemicals invaded my senses. Panic surged as the room filled with white gas, one by one, I watched my family members collapse to the ground, their bodies slumping lifelessly. I fought to hold my breath, adrenaline coursing through my veins, but before I could make my escape, a strong hand seized my wrist, yanking me backward."It's time to go home, my beautiful Kleine," a voice hissed in my ear, and darkness engulfed me as my world faded into oblivion.### Andrew's POVAs the chaos unfolded, I stood frozen in disbelief. I had rushed outside, drawn by the gunshot that shattered the calm of the night. Fear gripped my heart as I scanned the area, searching for Valentina. My mind raced—was she safe? Had she heard the shot? I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that enveloped me."Andrew!" My mother's voice pierced through the panic, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned to see her, panic etched across her features. "We have to find Valentina!""I know! Where is she?" I replied, my voice urgent.We rushed through the house, checking every room, calling out her name. The unease grew with each passing moment until finally, we stumbled upon the pool area, where the door swung open, revealing the empty expanse."She was just here," I muttered, a sense of foreboding creeping into my thoughts. The shadows felt deeper here, darker, and as I turned back to the house, I heard a commotion.Men in gas masks flooded into the house, their presence oppressive. "Everyone stay calm!" one of them barked, his voice masked by the equipment. I felt a surge of anger and protectiveness. "Get away from my family!" I shouted, grabbing the nearest object—a heavy candlestick—and swung it at the nearest intruder. The world around me turned into chaos, screams echoing, fists flying, and the air thick with panic. I fought to protect my family, fueled by a desperate need to keep Valentina safe.But as I fought, I caught a glimpse of the masked men dragging Valentina out of the house. "NO!" I roared, lunging toward her, but a sharp blow to my head sent me tumbling to the ground, darkness closing in.### Valentina's POVThe darkness was suffocating, an inky black that enveloped me. I felt weightless, suspended between consciousness and oblivion. It was disorienting, my thoughts a jumbled mess. I was aware of voices murmuring around me, but their words were muffled, indistinct.Gradually, awareness began to seep back in. I could feel a cold surface beneath me and the faint smell of antiseptic. I blinked against the light, forcing my eyes to adjust. I was in a dimly lit room, restrained by leather straps, panic flooding through me. "Help!" I screamed, but no sound escaped my lips.

"Ah, welcome back, my beautiful Kleine," a figure loomed above me, his features obscured by shadow. The familiarity of his voice sent chills down my spine. Klaus."Let me go!" I thrashed against the restraints, my heart pounding in my chest. The memories of our past flooded back, every moment of pain and fear coiling tightly within me.Klaus stepped closer, his face illuminated by a dim light. "You've caused quite the stir, my dear. It's adorable how they think they can protect you. But you belong to me now.""No! I'm not yours!" I shouted, the defiance bubbling within me. He chuckled darkly, stepping back to allow a view of my surroundings. "This is just the beginning. Your family was never going to keep you safe. They're just pawns in this game. You and I are meant to be together. You'll understand soon enough."My breath quickened as I realized the gravity of my situation. I needed to escape. I couldn't let Klaus control my life any longer. With every ounce of strength, I focused on the restraints, searching for a weakness."Valentina," Klaus said, his tone shifting to one of mock concern. "You can fight all you want, but it's futile. This world is cruel, and you'll learn that soon enough."In that moment, a fire ignited within me. I would not be his prisoner. I would reclaim my life. I began to strategize, to plot my escape. I wouldn't let Klaus win.As I fought against my restraints, I thought of my family, of the love and warmth they had shown me, of the memories that were flooding back with every moment of clarity. I wouldn't let them down. I wouldn't let Klaus take me away again.The struggle was far from over, but I was ready to reclaim my story, to face whatever lay ahead with newfound determination. *This was just the beginning.*

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