Falling For Her Nightmare

Chapter 32: Kidnapped

Third Person POV

Dante shifted, the bed creaked under his weight. He stared at the photos of his twin, Dontavius. His facial muscles clenched as he stifled his emotions. The suppressed tears stung his eyes. They are a fraternal twin, but as they grew up, their features became very unmistakeable.

Dontavius looked bigger in the picture. The woman dwarfed next to him. He's probably taller than him, he could be wrong, but Dontavius always taller than him as far as he remembered.

How long has it been?

Twenty-four years?

The last time he saw him was when they were 18. Dontavius ran away after that heated argument with their father that had him beat by their cruel father to almost to death.

He could still remember that word that riled up his brother and attacked their tyrannical father.

"Tu non sei mio figlio! Tu sei una vergogna per me!" Igor roared in outrage at his son, Dontavius. You are not my son! You are a disgrace to me!

Dontavius didn't blink nor cower. He met his father's livid gaze with the same ferocious stare. Igor's muscles tensed, hands clenched tightly at his side in suppressed rage.

"Avete guardarsi allo specchio?" Dontavius sneered, his voice dripping with disgust. Have you looked into the mirror, Father?

"Si, pezzo di merda! Proprio come la tua cagna di una madre!" he seethed. You, a piece of shit! Just like your bitch of a mother!

Dante wasn't surprised when Dontavius attacked his father. Known for his impulsiveness, his recklessness, he didn't blink and charged their father, but Igor quickly dodged it. Known for his tyranny, Dontavius held a deep hatred against their father. Dante saw his father flung his iron fist towards his son's jaw without a second thought, nor remorseful when he beat his son until he was flat on the floor, unconscious.

He just watched it, unable to help. He's not at strong, as brave as Dontavius. Apparently, they are opposite in every ways. His poor mother couldn't do anything but wailed. Just like him, she was restrained by Igor's buffed men.

The next day Dontavius awakened, he was gone, and their cruel father didn't bother finding him.

Dante was left to his father's care, took all the responsibility that they supposedly share and Dontavius. And now that he found him, he's dead.

Dante felt the moisture welled under his eyelids. He blinked it away and stared at the next photo.

His eyes glued to the kid and her mom. She's probably about ten or eleven. He knew the kid ever since she was born, but he never thought of it related to him. His brother hid from them so well, he was just right under his nose, but then again, he never tried hard finding him. At some point, he held a grudge against him. He left him alone under his father's wrath.

But four years ago, he called him, and all that hatred he felt for him vanished. Before the day of their meeting, Dontavius got killed. Dante's lips set in a hard line as the thought of his brother's death.

He quickly blocked all the negative thoughts out of his head and stared at the photo once more. The woman was wearing a yellow sundress. She looked despondent, the spirit in her eyes are gone. She was staring at her daughter with hopes and overwhelming love. They looked so much alike, except the girl's eyes. She took it from the Torrino, like the Browallia in the spring. Dante's sweet mother loved to collect and filled her garden with different hues at the back of their estate in Rome.

The next photo was Dontavius and the woman. They look happily together. Unlike the other photo, the woman looks glowing. Her eyes sparkled like a diamond under the light. Dontavius's hands wrapped around the petite woman, her back against his chest. They were both looking at the camera with the same glowing face, the love in between them is unmistakable, until Stefan came into the picture. He stole his brother's life, his wife, and his unborn child. Stefan killed him and took everything he had.