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As I was walking home I saw that there were police at my house. I quickly rushed to see what was happening and talked to one of the policemen.
"Oh, sweety well your foster father died of an overdose today. You will be dealt with by a social worker for the time being." The police officer said with a sweet smile.
I simply nodded. Should I feel happy or sad that he died?
"Hello, I'm Tara Lewis." She said and I nodded in acknowledgment.
" I have done a DNA test and I found your biological father. He is willingly accepting you. I would like to inform you, you have ten older half brothers and a stepmother. Your father will pick you up tomorrow." She says sweetly.
I escaped his torture but what awaited me were many uncertainties.
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Esmerelda-Antoinette POV
The buzzing alarm woke me up from my dream or should I say nightmare. My nightmare showed me flashbacks of yesterday. I was backed up to a wall with my foster father slashing his whip at me. I felt tears wet on my cheeks from the horrible memories. It was currently five in the morning. I had to make breakfast for my abusive father. I made simple eggs, toast and bacon. I played it and put a cover on it so it would stay warm. School started at eight in the morning but I left the house by six thirty to give time to myself and finish some work. I took a warm shower and went to my room to get dressed. I love fashion. Fashion is my passion. I wanted to go comfy with my outfit today so I wore matching sweatpants and a t-shirt. I grabbed my backpack full of school stuff and headed for school. I felt the cool breeze hit me giving me a refreshing feeling as I walked early in the day.
Now that I am alone I will tell you about myself. My name is Esmerelda-Antoinette Marie-Elene Svetlana Saint-Claire Morozov Romano. Yes I know it's long. By now I assume you know I am french and russian from my mother's side and I am assuming my father is italian. I haven't ever met my father or my mother. My mother died giving birth to me so I never met her. I then moved in with my God-Father, referring to him as uncle.
My uncle was the best. He was a little strict but he raised me as his own daughter as he couldn't have any children because of his infertility. He owned a very large Jewellery Company called Diamonds and Co. He then died of cancer about two years ago.
When he died the company was passed on to me for me to take over. I am still young so I don't have complete possession of it so it was given to my business guardian you could say or my consigliere. His name is Sylvester Dark.
My uncle raised me as the perfect daughter, it was kind of annoying but he loved me. He home-schooled me and made me finish my schooling by the age of eleven. By eleven I had a business degree. He made me learn all the sophisticated stuff which was ice skating, playing the piano, skiing, horse-riding, golf and croquet. I was the definition of the perfect daughter. I always wondered why he groomed me to be so perfect but when he died I understood. I had a big responsibility on my back.
My mother was the only descendant of the Russian ad French mafias. As I am her only descendant I was in full control of the mafias. I also was given my uncles jewellery company which I figured out was just a weapons and hacking company in disguise. Don't get me wrong he did make beautiful jewelers but he also was the best hacker and weapon dealer out there and worked with many illegal businesses.
The only mechanism I was skilled with was a yo-yo. It was my simple toy my foster father had bought me. I used that as my weapon you could say. I could protect, injure and kill anybody with my trusty yo-yo. I was thirteen but I looked seven. I looked half my age and was 4 foot 6 inches. I hadn't hit puberty so I truly looked like a first-grader. I went to school just to get free wifi to handle my businesses. I had no friends except for 3 people. They weren't with me, I had only socialized with them for six months until they moved. To Italy I think. Their names were Alessandro and Alessandra Russo.
They were about three and a half years older than me and were twins. They would protect me from anything and everything except my foster father which I never told them about. The other person was a boy. About 4 years old. I had met him about 3 months ago. We were pen-pals so we hadn't met physically but we connected online through a school task. I read him books and told him stories. It was fun. The few friends I have still are in contact with me and we chat online almost everyday.
6 hours later...
School was finally over. As I was walking home I saw that there were police at my house. I quickly rushed to see what was happening and talked to one of the policemen.
"Ummm excuse me sir, may I please know what is happening here at my house." I asked sweet but sternly.
"Oh sweety well your foster father died of overdose today. You will be dealt with by a social worker for the time being." The police officer said with a sweet smile. I simply nodded and went to go get all my stuff and pack it in my bag. Should I feel happy or sad that he died. I ask myself. I open the drawer in the room and grab an emerald ring that belonged to my mother. I headed outside the house where a sweet lady greeted me.
"Hello darling my name is Tara Lewis and I will be your social worker." She said and I nodded in acknowledgment.
"Umm so I have a question, will I be going into the foster system again." I ask kindly. She nods her head no.
"Well I have done a DNA test to see if there were any relatives to take you in and I found your biological father. I called him about an hour ago and he is willingly accepting you. Just before you ask any questions I would like to inform you, your biological father is still alive, you have ten older half brothers and a step-mother. You will be on a private jet tomorrow heading to Italy where your father will pick you up." She says sweetly.
"Okay thank you see you tomorrow." I say as I grab a cab and head to a hotel to rest or should I say prepare.
I wake up with sweat covering my forehead. My breathing is harsh. I get up and head to the bathroom. I wash my face and from my bag, I grab a blade. I take the blade and draw lines on my wrists. The feeling of the blade makes me feel alive. The blood oozes out into the sink and I feel calm once again. I deserve each and every scar. I am a disappointment. I killed my own mother. My foster father's voice keeps reminding me. Tears fell down my face. I yet again wash my face and bloody hands and go out to pick out my traveling outfit. I thought a lot yesterday about the situation I was put in and have made a decision. My flight was going to be tonight. I decided I would fly early and escape the terror of a new family. To be honest I don't want to meet my family. What if they hurt me. I wrapped the fluffy white towel around me and wore my outfit for the day. I opened my laptop and saw many business emails which I tended to quickly. I then proceeded to book my first-class ticket to Italy. Yesterday I had a chat with Alessandro and asked if I could come over and he completely agreed. I also messaged my pen-pal who was also in Italy. I asked if we could meet up and he agreed. He said that he was going to go over to his cousin's house and to meet him there which I agreed to as well. Coincidently Figured out that both the addresses of Alessandro and Antonio my pen pal were the same. They were cousins. I realized that I would have to buy each of them gifts. I decided I would go shopping and then get ready to leave for my flight.
1 hour later...
I came back to my hotel room with all my presents prepared. For Alessandro, I had gotten him the PS5 the whole set and then I got him a samurai sword that is made of glow and the dark covering which means his samurai sword will glow in the dark. It also has his street-fighting name engraved in it and is as sharp as any weapon in existence. It is a product that I have been working on in Diamonds and Co. For Alessandra, I bought her a star and named it after her. It could be seen through a telescope. Alessandra loved astrology so I thought it would be the perfect gift. I also bought her gold knuckle punching thingies. It was pure gold and had her street-fighting name written in diamonds. I got Antonio a DNA lightsaber. This meant that only when Antonio held the lightsaber it would open and glow. He was a major Star Wars fan. The weapon was actually real and it can hurt someone when used correctly. I also bought him a wolf pup. The pup was black with cute white socks. I had packed all my gifts and put the pup in a cage. I took a cab to the airport. After going through checking and boarding I sat in my business class seat. I took my sim card and removed it from my phone to avoid tracking in case the social workers tried catching me. It was a cute little trick Alessandro taught me. I waited for the flight to take off and slept attentively.
9 hours later...
I boarded off the plane and got my luggage. The Italian airport was quite nice. I kind of enjoyed it not going to lie. It was quite beautiful and everybody was speaking Italian. I checked my phone for any new messages and saw a message from Alessandro and Alessandra.
We're having a sophisticated Dinner with another family. Wear something nice. - Alle Boi
Yeah, You're going to meet our parents today xxx. - Sandra Btch
Okay! heart emoji- Baby
Well, at least they warned me before I arrived at the house. I took a nice outfit out of my bag and headed to the bathrooms to wear it. I wore a cute skirt and cardigan combo with a nice shirt inside. I also wore some cute shoes and sunglasses. I wore my classic "rose" perfume and headed outside. I called a premium cab and gave the man the address. I spoke Italian as my uncle made me learn it. I actually know many languages, when born in a business family languages are important. I speak Italian, French, Russian, Spanish, and English. I wore my air pods and started humming to "DNA" by BTS. Once we arrived I took a look at the large mansion in front of me. I admired its beauty while heading in. The guards let me pass, I guess Alessandro already informed me of my arrival. One of the guards escorted me to their house. I nodded to tell him to leave and held my bag full of presents with me. I put my sophisticated mod on and clicked on the doorbell...
Alberto Romano's POV:
"Sorry sir but I regret to inform you that your daughter has fled." The woman said to me with remorse. I slammed the phone away and punched the table. My little Bambina ran away. My phone rang and I saw it was my good friend, the Don of the Sicilian.
"Hello we are still on for dinner aren't we Toto," Emmanuel said.
"Ah yes we will be arriving in thirty minutes," I say and head downstairs.
"Boys come on, it's time to go to Russo's," I yelled and slowly all my ten sons came down stairs all dressed in suits.
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