Abandoned by her family for something she never did, Alessandra's life has been a stark contrast to her sister Ilaria's fairytale existence. Haunted by a series of traumatic events, she is compelled to return to the place where her nightmare began...
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Since I'd no missions today, I ordered a Bugatti Centodiecia, a sleek, silver predator for myself. Getting into the car, I started the engine as a low growl echoed, I set the GPS, being unfamiliar with the roads here. While driving I reached one of the most luxury area of Italy where the elites lived. And like a storm of emotions surged through me, and a switch seemed to flip inside, I turned my car driving deep into the area knowing where I was going still not stopping. Each passing villa, each meticulously manicured garden, served as a stark reminder of a life I had once lived, a life that I have been abandoned from.
Although unfamiliar with Rome, I knew this area intimately, every twist and turn was etched into my memory. It was a world of privilege, a world where although hands were tainted still hearts were pure, a world in which my monsters wouldn't have dared to hurt me, a world that had once been mine. Then I stopped, as there it stood in all its glory, The Romano mansion, a masterpiece of Italian architecture, it sat majestically amidst towering trees, an oasis of tranquility in the heart of this exclusive enclave. The wrought-iron gates, adorned with ornate flourishes, were a formidable barrier, guarded by men who exuded an air of authority.
I did not go closer to the mansion, aware of the guards with their hawk-like eyes guarding the mansion, instead parked my car, a discreet distance away, the engine idling softly, a counterpoint to the pounding of my heart. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the already hazy vision. This was it. The place where I'd grown up, where laughter had once echoed through the halls, where family dinners had been a symphony of joy and conversation. This was where I lived the best days of my life, where my heart was happy with people who protected me, yet this was the place that bore the people who had shattered my heart into a million pieces.
