Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

“I have never seen you at any of the Gala’s Aliyana. Thought a young woman like yourself will be on the prowl for a dashing man.” We are sitting in the lounge area, eating breakfast, the men are getting ready to leave beside Marco.

Yesterday was eventful and I have no idea what happened after I went to bed, but whatever it was has left everyone rather on edge and quiet. To be honest a quiet breakfast is exactly what I need but Camilla has other plans when she opens her mouth.

“I thought this was a breakfast not an interrogation,” I say as I stop what I am doing and look at the woman who cannot seem to keep her opinions to herself

“Interrogation, breakfast is all the same thing we are Italian are we not,”

“Actually Camilla, if you must know I'm only half Italian, another part of me which you seem to forget is Russian and the Russians believe an interrogation is an interrogation.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Well now you do,”

Deno walks in interrupting us by clearing his throat. Camilla has the audacity to look surprised. I don't even look at him I keep my eyes on her.

“Aliyana a quick word.”

I get up putting my half-eaten eggs on the coffee table and go to Deno,

“I see you have an enemy, which makes Camilla a problem since she happens to be close to Michel.”

“The same Michel who told me she was paying people to get information about me? Yeah, I doubt it. What can I do for the almighty Deno?”

He smiles, “I spoke to Dexter, he said he can help with our little problem. I told your father I need your help at Azure tonight and my sister said she’ll cover the evening for you. If Marco finds him before you...” He leaves the words hanging in the air and I already know what I am going to do. And Dexter did just as I asked.

“Got it.”

yesterday in that LIBRARY, make sure you give it back.” He winks and walks down the hall leaving me standing there.

a world ruled by trust, we are bound by not just

stop. I can’t believe my

I am shocked, at her quick turnaround. How did 2 minutes change a person? That doesn’t just happen. Dislike is like a disease, if you

can you give us a moment?” Camilla asks and Guilia leaves

do you want now

“To say I’m sorry.”

sorry to, my sister has a mark on her arm with your fingerprint.” If I were any other

each other since we were kids. I think I loved him even then. After my parents died, I left America, and Marco along with it, with no intention of returning. I missed him, cried

to know the answer to the question is strong enough as my need to understand why

sad eyes settle on my curious one, “Well, you don’t survive this long with a man like him without learning to adapt fast, and adapting at 8 meant giving up all of

sorry, but

me. I was just the girl in a grey dress sitting at the bar. But one night with him was all it took to give my heart to him again and I forgot for the evening that my heart wasn’t mine to give away. He asked me to stay the night and I promised I would but I couldn’t, so I left him in his hotel room waiting, with no intention of ever seeing him again. But faith gave us another chance, an arranged marriage through my Grandfather. A sealed deal, until death. I expected a lot of things. Namely, anger, hurt, pain, and eventually love. Only when I arrived, he was angry, but it had nothing to do with me. He saw me, recognized me, and knew who I was, but all I got was a shadow of the boy I knew, and a vessel to the man I met all those years ago. I thought if I gave him my body it would change, and he would fall in love with me but that didn’t happen. Until he announced your sister’s engagement. Slowly he started changing, and I could feel his love and a promise of a future. Yet, every time I turned around, he was with your sister, whispering

are silent as I get a bit closer to

heart, and it made me jealous. But it was never her,

“Know what?”

to marry you, or that you and him were even a

explain you paying

I first arrived. I never saw you, and although I heard you disliked Alice just as much as I did, Marco was always

you got

love Marco, Aliyana. I’ve

would, except today I am the one

you have him, his ring on your finger. He is yours, forever. There is no need to be jealous of anyone. He never loved me; he

loud but they are the truth and as much as I want it to be different it isn’t going to be. A firm believer of faith is something my sister is, not me. The truth is a sad point to digest, and it is a horrible thing