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A Second Chance CHAPTER 12
FIFTYEEN YEARS AGO, Antonio Dante's pov, I gasped as the cold water hit my skin. I had forgotten the weather was still cold. I turned off the shower abruptly, resting against the wall. I was sweating. panting even. I could barely breathe well. My father is a bad person My father is a bad person My father is a bad person As much as I tried to push those thoughts away, they kept coming back in waves and gushes of water. It was like cold air, infiltrating my senses most painfully. Allowing my nose to redden and my eyes to water. Here I was, thinking everything was normal in my family. My father had a great business. One that was not infamously lucrative but one that was respected and worth every ounce of good hard work put into it. Not one that dealt with depravity. I didn't even realize when my hand had connected with the activator. Didn't realize when I had pressed the cold button. Didn't even flinch once the cold water poured on my body. I was shivering. But not from the cold
A Second Chance CHAPTER 13
Stella Romilly's pov I sat at my dressing table staring at the mirror. I combed my brown hair backward and tied it tightly at the back of my head. I applied concealer on all of my blemishes and pimples that had started to appear out of nowhere. I grabbed my brightest shade of pink lipstick and applied it, pouting for added effect. I dipped my mascara multiple times into the pouch of black liquid before grazing it against my eyes. I turned myself on the chair I sat on and got up. I walked over to the curtains of my room and gushed it open allowing sunlight to fill in and bless my pale skin. I threw my white morning coat on the bed and searched my closet for a dress. I ended up picking a long white fitting dress. It was a halter dress with an open chest. I brushed off the folded parts on the linen and adjusted it watching how the slit when down to the surface of my breasts. I threw my long deep brown coat and paired it with matching deep brown stilettos. It seemed so long since I ha
A Second Chance CHAPTER 14
Antonio Dante's povI sipped tea as Lisa paced in my office scrambling for files. She stopped to look at me then continued skimming.“What are you searching for?” I asked, smiling. She bent down to pick a paper from the floor and then moved to fix it back in a file. “Evidence.”“Evidence?” I almost laughed.Her hands went over to her head and she started pulling her hair. “Don't!” I gasped. She paused, not even paying attention to me as she picked a box from my drawer. “Don't pull your hair, Lisa. It's gonna fall out.”Her mind was in a haze and she dropped her hands in surrender only to heed what I said then she continued.“Lisa, you need to calm down.”She blew her hair off her face, staring at me annoyingly. “I wonder how you are calm.”Her pupils darted around as she spoke, trying to navigate where the invisible piece of evidence was. “There is no evidence here,” I stated, putting my cup on the side table. Only then, did she listen.“What?”“We don't do evidences. We are n
A Second Chance CHAPTER 15
Stella Romilly's povPastSome truths are meant to be kept. For if lies can create chaos, what can truths with many letters do?It was my first day at school.It was my third school that month. I was always hoping for a change. A fresh start. A new life. For my past was nothing but an unending trauma which I had no hope of curbing.I fastened my little backpack on my back and walked into the school. I looked around. At the bright compounds. The green grass. The happiness felt in the air. Parents with their children. And I wondered.I wondered. Where was mine?I scanned the place and spotted the door where the apparent teacher stood, waving at the parents and guiding the kids in. I walked to that place and queued up, awaiting my turn. I saw how the bags of the kids were removed. Bags that contained lunch. And I wondered.I wondered. Where was mine?The faces of the kids were creased with joy. At the fact that they get to be in school to see their friends and have fun. I was me
A Second Chance CHAPTER 16
Stella Romilly's pov I parked my car somewhere in the shadows before getting out. I came out to take in fresh air and let my thoughts fly away in the meantime. I was wearing a mauve-coloured no-shoulder top with baggy black jeans held by silver belt chains. My shoes were black and I had stripped myself of all the jewelry I had on me. They were too heavy for fun. The heavy thumps of my shoes made their way in front of the club. The cold air blew on my bare chest and I immediately regretted wearing such a top. I was hit with blasts of music as I entered. The disco lights, familiar. I scrolled through the chaotic dancing bodies to the bar. The place I sat at earlier was empty so I sat there. My elbows rested on the table as I searched for someone. Someone with dark hair and green eyes. Dark hair and green eyes. Where was Michael? My eyes darted around the bar. I tried to see the furthest side but all I was met with was a bunch of clinking glasses and sounds of drinks being poured. S
A Second Chance CHAPTER 17
15 years ago,Antonio's pov“Antonio.”“Antonio.” “Antonio.”My father is part of the mafia.My father is a Mafia.A boss. A Mafia Boss.“Open the door,” I might have been behaving like a child locking myself in the room but I needed time to think. “Antonio, please."My father is a murderer.“Antonio, please let me explain.”He kills people.“Please open the door.”For business.It was my mother's voice. Begging me to open the door. So she can explain. Explain what?What exactly? That my father didn't mean to be in a Mafia?Or that he didn't mean to kill people? I was angry at her. Angry at her for keeping this to herself. Angry at myself. Because I kept being stupid. And foolish.I was in no mood for sympathy from the pleas that came out of her mouth. I was worried that I was this calm. I sat on the bed, then got up. I paced the length of the room before deciding against my best wishes. My hand found its way to the knob of the door and I twisted it open. Her face c
A Second Chance CHAPTER 18
Antonio Dante's povFIFTEEN YEARS AGO, The air suddenly became too heavy to breathe. My vision was blurred and I was sure my mother's was too. I watched as she carefully located the chair beside her and sat on it. As if she couldn't support herself. I saw the muscles moving, indicating a persistent swallowing.I slowly sat on the bed, opposite the chair and rested my arms on my thighs, waiting for her to speak. She pressed her lips together and looked down. “My father wasn't part of the Mafia,” she explained. “In fact, he was the opposite,” she voiced. “He was a police officer.”She fell back on her chair as if exhausted. “He hated the idea of killing people and murdering innocent beings.”“Like you,” she whispered, smiling towards me. I had never met my grandfather from my mother's side but I liked him already. He seemed good.“He even led the officers towards investigating crimes committed by mafia groups.”She smiled sadly. “I was a grown woman by then, ready to venture into
A Second Chance CHAPTER 19
Stella Romilly's pov,PastSaying sorry is a selfish thing to do. You are doing that to relieve yourself of guilt. But what of the person who has been torn apart? Hannah was not like the other kids who snickered and laughed when I walked by.She was the nicest person I had ever met. She had volunteered to sit by me at lunch and guide me through my first days at school. We sat in the dining area. I opposite her. Her with food. Me with a space. “Here,” she said, pushing her full lunch box to me. I could smell the sausages and rice from where I sat. My stomach growled and my mouth watered.“Let's share,” she said.I looked at the food timidly, feeling guilty. “You don't have to be nice to me you know” I stated. She may have been forced into this but I would rather have a genuine heart. She looked confused. Tilting her head to one side, she asked me.“Why?”I was startled by her question. “What?”“Why do you think I shouldn't be nice to you?” She poured, the redness on her cheeks prom
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