When a 15 year old girl gets stolen by her mother as a child she is forced to live with her abusive mom and stepdad.
She is told of an accident resulting in the deaths of her mum and stepdad and she has a completely different family somewhere else...
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"Awe they are so cute." I hear someone whisper
"Awe just let them sleep they look so cute."
"I'm going to take a picture then we can wake them." I hear someone else say as I hear a camera snap.
This feels like deja vu
I slowly open my eyes as everything that happened pours into my brain giving me a headache.
I feel 2 heavy arms wrapped around my waist as I turn around to see Lorenzo asleep next to me.
I try escaping his arms but he just tightens his hold around me.
"Lorenzo." I shake him lightly trying to wake him up.
"Shhh go back to sleep." He whispers tired to me.
"Lorenzo we have an audience." Hearing this his eyes open as he sees everyone standing around us except Angelo and dad.
"Piss off." He whines closing his eyes as I giggle finding his reaction funny.
"Do you want me to go call Angelo so you can tell him why your not coming downstairs to eat breakfast." Luca laughs out directing this to Lorenzo.
As soon as Lorenzo hears this he flew out of the bed causing me to start laughing.
"I'm up, there is no need to call him." He says scared.
We all start walking downstairs with the boys all surrounding me again.
I swear they are like my personal bodyguards. As we get to the door of the dining room everything goes silent.
Dad gets up and runs towards my embracing me in a hug as I hug him tightly.
"Are you ok principessa? Ero così preoccupato per te." He says into my hair only loud enough for me to hear. (I was so worried about you.)
"I'm fine dad I promise." I vowed not wanting to remember it.
"Scusa se non sono riuscito a proteggerti." He whispers as I feel something wet drop on my head. (Sorry I couldn't protect you.)
She was wrong. People do care about me. People do love me. My real family love me.
"Non è stata colpa tua, per favore non piangere." I assure him getting upset from my dad reacting like this. "Now stop it your making me upset. And I don't want to talk about it." I declare leaving the hug. (It wasn't your fault please don't cry.)
"Ok come sit down." He says quickly wiping his tears so no one notice. We all sit down as Luca begins talking to get rid of the tension and I want to thank him for taking the attention of off me.
"Liliana can you just confirm to Everyone that I'm your favourite brother because everyone else doesn't think it's me." Luca smirks making me smile time to annoy him. I internally rub my hands together evilly.
