A Million-Dollar Strange Deal (UNEDITED VERSION)

Chapter 17: The Last Will

"You can always change you plan, but only if you have one." ― Randy Pausch

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Marco Angelo Massaretti's POV

                 I STARED at my grandmother and she looks lost too just like me. She was still holding the piece of old paper that looks like it was already written it before.

"The sheep maybe was gone, but the ricotta has to be made." I kept recalling the code and not even a single word to explain the words in my head. I always come up with nothing.

"Do you know what it means, nonna?" I asked my grandma who was also staring into space. It's hard to read her sad face and I heaved a loud breath. I knew she's as bewildered as I am.

Shortly, I heard commotions from behind the study door.

"Let me in!" I could hear my father's demanding tone and my blood quickly surges in all my nerve endings, and my temper rose within me. I balled my hands and clench my jaw. Then, nonna spoke.

"Let them in, Rory."

Seconds later, the door open and my arrogant father waltz in like he owns the property with his arrogant aura, his wife and son in tow.

Why is his wife here?

Does she think she'll get something too?

"Sit down, Arcangelo." My grandma said. Oldrich approach me.

"Brother," he gave me a small smile and I just nods. He opens his arms to hug me and I reluctantly duplicate the gesture. He's innocent here, so I have to return his politeness. Chronicles just gave me a side smirk and I ignored it.

My dad just watches us hugging briefly, then Oldrich approach grandma and he kiss her cheeks. I know nonna love him too, but it doesn't bother me anymore.

I'm a grown man now, and I could get that affection with all my mistresses if I wanted to. I don't need love and I'm not capable of it either, so it doesn't matter.

Shortly, George was escorted in with Rory and he sat in the armchair facing us. Nonna was still sitting behind my nonno's old desk looking despondent.

When George was settled, he took a filing folder, then an old piece of paper. Placing it atop the blue filing folder, he looks around him and he settled his eyes to nonna, asking permission to proceed.

Nonna nods lightly and George started to read the last will.

"I, Michael Angelo Massaretti, Hampshire New York, declare that this is my Last Will and Testament. I revoke all prior wills and codicils.

I give and bequest all of my interest in the following property, subject to any encumbrances to the persons or entities as follows;

All my estates here in New York, Italy and in London, and the vineyard in Sicily gave to my loving wife Sophia Fiore Massaretti.

All my luxurious cars to my grandson, Oldrich Massaretti.

My penthouses to my son, Arcangelo Massaretti.

All my business holdings, the Massaretti Realty Corp., the Massaretti bank, the shares in the Right Tech. Corporation and all my shares at every company will be given to my grandson, Marco Angelo Massaretti, provided that he will bear a legitimate Massaretti heir within the span of a year-"