THE LOST ONES

THE LOST ONES

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The Orsini family was once a proud and respected Italian mafia family that came from an ancient noble lineage. They were the family who had it all: a loving family man for a father, a kind and doting mother, two sons, and baby triplets (two boys and a girl). That all changed when the patriarch and Don of the Orisini family suddenly died. The sixteen-year-old eldest son was forced to step up and take on the role of his late father; he was young and unprepared, and their family's enemies took advantage of this. They set up an ambush to kill the remaining Orsinis, but only the mother died of the ambush. The six Orsini children survived, but much to their horror, two of the triplets disappeared the day of the ambush (the older triplet and the youngest), leaving no traces or bodies. Twelve years later, The once mighty Orisini family only consists now of three brothers, and they were forced to relocate to a city in Canada, where they are now trying to rebuild everything they lost and finding their lost brother and sister. What happened to their missing brother and sister? Will they ever find them again? What happens if they do? Will they remain to be the brother and sister they once remembered?
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New York never slept, but that night, the Ricci household did. The penthouse, usually filled with laughter, music, and the scent of fresh espresso, had fallen into an eerie silence. The soft hum of the baby monitor sat unnoticed on the bedside table. No one heard the creak of the nursery door. No one noticed the absence of breath from the bassinet. By morning, the world had changed. Three year old Alessandro Ricci was gone. The first scream came from Valentina, the eldest daughter. She was the one who found the empty crib, the soft blue blanket discarded on the floor. Then came the chaos-the panic in their father's voice as he barked orders in rapid Italian, the trembling in their mother's hands as she clutched the baby's last-worn onesie. The police swarmed in, news cameras soon followed, and for days, the Ricci's were a family under siege. A family in mourning. Days turned into weeks. Weeks into months. The trail went cold. The whispers began-speculations, doubts, cruel insinuations that an influential family like theirs should have been able to protect their own. But the Ricci's knew the truth. Someone had taken Alessandro. And three years later, as the city moved on, they never did. Because somewhere out there, their baby brother was waiting to come home.

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