LA MIA SORELLINA

Luca drove straight to the Vincenzo mansion to see his father. He was furious about everything that had happened, and the thought that much of what had happened could be traced back to Rafael's betrayal. 'Che cosa speri persino di guadagnare da quello?" (What do you even hope to gain from that?) 'Cosa possono darti che la famiglia non ti darà?" (What can they give you that family won't?) Luca kept asking out loud as though his brother were there. Luca was furious, but kept his mind clear and focused on the road as he drove down to his family home. His blood-stained shirt hugged his body tightly as it was really drenched in Rafael's blood. He passed slowly through the grand gates of the Vincenzo mansion as he got to them. The compound was swarming with maids in white and black apparel, and security men who seemed entirely focused. 'Il padre deve avere un visitatore importante in giro." (Father must have a notable visitor around) Luca thought to himself as he parked his car. Luca had parked his car very close to the mansion, and not in the garage. He had hoped to go into the building quickly and easily without drawing much attention to his blood-stained clothes. He adjusted the cuff on his shirt and put on a jacket over his shirt. When he had entered the mansion through an unused door, he went straight to his father's grand study to wait for him to be done with his visitors. ******* In another corner of the city stood Isabella Moretti's luxury duplex, a fortress of elegance and power hidden in plain sight. The building was in an upscale neighborhood with manicured hedges and a private, gated courtyard. The exterior was made with modern dark brick. A discreet security system hummed beneath the surface, cameras hidden in many secret places around the building. The interior was lavishly decorated. Bianca and Isabella were in a room on the first floor. Standing face to face, Bianca's phone was placed face-down on the table next to them. 'How do you want to rule the world?" Bianca said, breaking the awful silence between them. 'Is it by kidnapping people and keeping them in your… what is this?" Bianca spun around slowly with her arms elevated a bit to indicate she was asking a question. 'Your luxury mansion." 'I have not kidnapped anybody!" Isabella yelled at Bianca as she came closer to her, almost coming in contact with her. 'Oh… but you kidnapped me!" Bianca yelled too and pointed her right pointer finger right into Isabella's face. 'And you have me imprisoned here, you fucking bitch" Bianca was practically bouncing with rage, as she continued yelling on top of her lungs. 'You called me your sister, promised me the whole world, and when I actually needed you, what did you do!" Isabella was quiet. But from her eyes, you could see the rage in her. It burned like a wildfire within her, and it was so obvious that she could not contain it for much longer. She was going to burst up in rage soon, and that was what Bianca was hoping for. 'Answer me bitch," Bianca continued to taunt Isabella at the top of her voice. 'What did you fucking do to…!" She was unable to complete the statement before she was met with a backhand slap from Isabella. 'Ohh… now we're doing this?" Bianca snarked, folding her hands into fists, she wanted to fight, so she threw the first punch right at Isabella's face, hitting her nose. Isabella was taken aback. She didn't expect a retaliatory response from Bianca, at least not right away, but she also understood that she had initiated the squabble and should not really blame Bianca for her retaliation. So she just stood there watching Bianca prance and yell. Sa'ud, Isabella's Chief security officer, heard the commotion in the room and came to the door. 'Miss, are you okay?" He asked, his voice very accented. 'Yes Sa'ud, don't worry about us, we're okay," Isabella responded rather too quickly as she didn't want him to open the door or to come into the room. She hated herself for being so impatient every so often. She had that she had slapped Bianca. 'I'm sorry, Baby," she began apologizing immediately, in a bid to calm Bianca down. Isabella was always slow to apologize, she never accepted she was wrong in anything. Now why had she changed all of a sudden? She wasn't the first person to hit the other. 'What do you want from me?" Bianca asked, genuinely curious. 'I just want you back baby, I want you to be here for it." 'For what?" 'For the takeover. I want you to be here when I will bring the whole world to our feet." Isabella said in a mean voice. Her gaze was stern, and she sounded too serious. Bianca did not understand what she meant. 'What world are you bringing to our feet?" She stopped and looked Isabella tight into her eyes. 'I am now aware that you are Vittorio Morreti's daughter. I thought you only shared a name with him, but I was wrong. You're everything like him, you think and act like him, the same blood runs through your veins. Isabella stood still. She didn't utter a word. Bianca saw that Isabella was stunned at what she had said, and it became very much clear to her that she was not wrong. Isabella Morreti was actually Vittorio's daughter. She began walking close to Isabella. 'Are you shocked that I know about that?" 'No," Isabella responded in a sultry voice. 'I'm not surprised because you only know half the truth la mia sorellina." Bianca was stunned. What else does she have to know? She asked herself. She looked up at Isabella and asked 'So what is it that I should also know?" 'That you, too, are Vittorio Moretti's daughter… my little sister." Isabella said as the smirk on her face widened. Bianca was in shock. Her hands trembled and her jaws dropped. She couldn't hear anything else but the ringing in her ears as she stood there and watched Isabella.