Preface
Past:
“I still can’t believe there can be such a thing.” Chiara said, looking at Amelia in disbelief.
“I don’t even know what that thing is called.” Livina asked, frowning at them in confusion.
“It’s heteropaternal superfecundation.” Giulia said, letting out a heavy exhale. Her shoulders dropped.
“A rare case where a woman releases two eggs and they are fertilised by different men...” Amelia cut off Chiara, snapping at her.
“You don’t need to explain, Chiara. You can tell my husband if you want to.” Amelia glared at her.
“I’m not planning to. I swear of my baby Angelo.” Chiara shook her head and placed her hand on her shoulder. “You shouldn’t run a DNA test.” She suggested it to her friend.
“I know.” Amelia said with tears in her eyes. “But I need to know. They are my babies.” She told them.
“You don’t look at Shelly as you look at Armando. You’re putting his life in danger. You know who our husbands are.” Rosa told her.
“Mafia bosses! Armando is only three years old.” Tears ran down Amelia’s face, she looked down at her hands as tears dripped.
Rosa cupped her cheek. “I’m worried about you, Lia. You should talk to Eleanor. I’ll talk to Leo. They’ll help you.” She whispered to her and ran her thumb under her eye.
Their eyes widened in fear. “No, I would never recommend this. You’re speaking because you have seen only the lovely side of your husband. I don’t wanna imagine what they do in dungeons and with their enemies.” Giulia said, shivering in fear.
“Yes, ask me. My husband doesn’t know the difference between his enemies and his wife. I’m nothing more than a thing to warm his bed and carry his sons.” Chiara said, flattening her lips, a shiver ran down her body and her eyes flashed with hatred for her husband.
“Yes, Jenoah is a cruel bastard.” Livina said with hate.
“Am I?” They shuddered in fear as a heavy male voice echoed in the hall. Their heads snapped at the door.
Livina’s eyes widened in fear as she looked at the door. “Oh, Jenoah!!” She said, stuttering in fear. Her hands trembled in fear. “I was joking.” She stuttered, forcing a smile.
Jenoah walked in using his long strides. He smiled at them. “I thought. You women would be discussing fashion, whose dress was best? But I found something very interesting here.” He said, his gaze turned to Amelia. His smile broadened as he had just found a box of hidden gems.
Amelia narrowed her eyes at him. “Don’t forget your place, Jenoah.” She snapped at him as her voice was solid, and her eyes shot him a cold look.
Jenoah chuckled as he shook his head. “You don’t know a thing, Amelia.” His smile dropped as he narrowed his eyes at Amelia.
Chiara drew on her feet fearfully. “Jenoah.” She said as she forced a smile his way. “Let’s not interfere in their lives.” She took a small step forward.
Jenoah’s face contorted in anger. He turned to his wife sharply and slapped her hard across her face.
For a second, it went dead silent. Rosa glared at him. “How dare you!” Rosa shot to her feet, her hand securely resting on the side of her stomach.
“You won’t tell me what to do, stupid bitch!” Jenoah growled, slapping his wife again.
“Stop your nonsense, Jenoah.” Amelia snapped, getting on her feet as well.
Jenoah looked at Amelia and Rosa. “Strong women!” He chuckled, mocking them. “They should treat you like this.” He turned to his wife and clenched her jaw in his hold. “What are you doing here? Who’s looking after my son, Whore?” He growled.
“Let her go or I’ll shoot you in your filthy head.” Rosa snapped.
He shoved his wife away. “Get out of my sight.” He told Chiara.
Poor Chiara. She shivered and trembled in fear, looking embarrassed.
Jenoah had always hidden his cruel side from the world until that moment. Her heels clicked against the floor as she made her way out of the hall.
Jenoah turned to Rosa and smiled at her. “I think it’s confession day. I have something to confess as well.” He chuckled.
“We are not interested in your fucking shit! Get out of here.” Amelia said as she settled down in her seat and took hold of her cup.
His jaw twitched, he glared at Amelia. He took out his gun and shot Amelia in the head. The gunshot left a disturbing silence behind. “Fucking whore!” He growled.
The hall reverberated with the screams of Gialia and Livina. Rosa stared at her best friend’s dead body. Her ears buzzed. She took a step forward in disbelief. “Ame-lia.” She muttered and lifted her hand to her cheek.
