✔️ SLANDEROUS INTENTIONS | +18

Epilogue

SIX YEARS LATER

Helena's pov

I was in the cinema room with my three-year-old daughter Lucia. We watched Frozen together while she was wearing her Elsa costume. The twins were in the garden practicing shooting with Roman.

I didn't like them learning how to use various weapons at such a young age, but I agreed with Antonio that they could learn how to use weapons by the age of six if they wanted to and unfortunately, they wanted to learn weapons.

Cara and Alanzo were more like their father. They were confident and there was no way they backed off until they got what they wanted. However, Lucia was the exact opposite of the twins. She was quieter and more shy, but we'd see in a few years whether or not she'd be interested in guns too.

In any case, for her own safety, she had to learn to use weapons. "Mom, look, she found her sorella." Lucia smiled happily at me. I smiled back at her before kissing her forehead and nodding my head. "Yes, she has. It's-" I started, but was interrupted by a loud, painful scream from the back yard.

My first thought was that my twins were accidentally shot while learning and I felt like my heart skipped a beat. I hurriedly tried to get up from the couch, which was not easy as I was almost eight months pregnant.

(A/N: I don't think that 4 children are too much actually, I have four siblings. My mom has 5 siblings. My dad has six siblings. One of my friends has literally eight siblings. Lmao. And idk if u watch The Chatwins, some YouTubers and they are I guess American and have 5 adorable kids.)

"Watch the film, Lucia. I'll be back in a few minutes," I told her while her eyes were still glued to the screen and she nodded her head. I hurried out of the cinema to the back yard. As I got to the back yard and saw that my twins were fine, I let out a sigh of relief.

However, Roman seemed injured as he was holding his injured leg while Antonio choked Marco against a tree. "Antonio, let him go! You will kill him!" I yelled, approaching them.

"That's the point of choking, bambola. He should be careful while teaching them guns!" he gritted out, still choking Marco, who was getting really red in the face.

"You're lucky that Alanzo shot Roman and not himself or Cara," he hissed at Marco. When I got to them, I grabbed Antonio's arms, trying to pull him away from Marco.

And as I realized he had no intention of letting go, I held my stomach and pretended to be in pain. "Ahh, my stomach hurts," I whimpered, feigning pain. In an instant, he let go of Marco and hurried over to me.

"Where does it hurt? Is it stomachache? Is our baby okay?" he asked worriedly, inspecting my condition. "Anton-" I started, but he interrupted me by lifting me up. I automatically wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Let's go to the hospital," he said as he walked to the garage. "Antonio, we are fine. There's nothing wrong with us, I just wanted you not to kill Marco," I confessed, making him stop in his tracks and look at me sternly.

"You lied to me," he stated, looking at me with a frown. My lie wasn't a big deal to me, but he loved to exaggerate.

"It was an innocent lie, a white lie. I just wanted you not to kill Marco," I admitted, biting my lip before looking in Marco's direction, seeing him getting better.

He sighed before putting me down, pulling me closer and kissing my head. "You're grounded," he said next to my ear before pulling away.

"Seriously?" I asked with a huff and got a nod in return. "When was I ever not serious?" he answered my question with a question before going to the twins, who looked guiltily at him.