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Third pov

"Mama!" Amara shouted for the tenth time while jumping up and down the car seat as they rode home. "Amara, sit still, I'm  driving. We're  almost there  okay" her mother said in a worried  tone as she tried to concentrate  on the road. "But mama, will we tell Daddy  about the baby in your tummy?"
"No princess, let's make it a surprise and tell him on his birthday," her mom said as they pulled  into  the drive-through  of the mansion.

"Russo, why is everyone  standing  outside is....."Paa!!! sounded in the air as Helena fell on the floor holding her let cheek. Not believing  what just happened she looked at her husband with teary eyes. "Wha... " shut up you witch,  I loved you,  and this is how you repay me. You sell my mafia's secrets  to people and cheat on me. Is she even really  mine, get out of my sight before  I  put a bullet  through  your skull".
Amara stood there as the scene unfolded before  her. She had never seen her dad hit her mom before.  Looking at her brothers she  saw that they were not trying to stop their dad. Running  to her mom, she tried  to help her up. "Papa, why are you...." Amara chocked up the sentence through  the tears. "Don't call me that , for all I  know  you could be anyone's daughter.  Get out of my house with your good for nothing  mother".
Amara saw her world crash before her eyes. The person who she held very dear to her, her role  model  had broken  her heart.

Helena got up from the floor still in shock , she held her daughter  in her arms and walked towards  the car, but before  she entered  she looked  back  at the place  she used to call home. The place that held the memories of her sons ,daughter  and husband  who now wants  her head.  Amara held glossy  eyes as she looked back at her father who had a cold look in  his eyes. Deep down she knew  she would never forget  this day.

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