Boom!!! The sound came Aurora fell down, panting, as the wall clock beside her shattered into pieces. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized the devil before her was not playing. She was shaking on the floor, her palms and feet cold and sweaty. If you don't want to act like Marisol mom, then you are choosing death, his voice came again and she felt her skin crawl with goosebumps. Aurora stared at him without saying a word before walking to the locker to pick up her hairpin, She took it and walk silently to the door. But Vincenzo was quicker, pushing her against the wall as he came over her. His face was inches from hers, his mint breath filling her nostril. "What...what do you want?" she stuttered, her eyes meeting his. His right hand caressed her cheek slowly, and she tried to look away, but he forced her gaze back to his. "Your eyeball is still blue. Why?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. Aurora glared in disgust. I can act like your Brielle but I will never change my eyeball to green, she said gritting her teeth. "You look so much like Brielle, he whispered"not giving a fuck about what she just muttered.. Sometimes, I feel you are Brielle, and you're pretending. The difference is just that... He caress her neck and his minty breath mix with cinnamon perfume filled her nostril more... Brielle is thicker and her cheek is rosier. You are too slim, he scoffed hitting her on the wall and shifting back, she glared at him. I might be slim," she snapped, "but I'm thick in the right places." He raised an eyebrow, with a naughty glint in his eye. "Like where?" he asked, his gaze roaming over her body, making her skin crawl again. Aurora's hands instinctively rose to cover herself. "Pervert!" she spat. "The deal is to be only Marisol's mom. You can't cross any boundaries."She glared emotionlessly. Vincenzo chuckled..... "And who told you I'm attracted to you?He smirk "I hate your dad, and my mission was to kill you when I found out, You are the General's weakness. But then I saw your picture, and you look a lot like Brielle...he muttered". "When I get Brielle back, I might even end your life." He whispered and flashed a taunting smirk before walking away, leaving Aurora in anger. Aurora bit her lower lip, trying to compose herself, I pray you never meet Brielle then, She muttered under her breath walking out of his room... "Brielle!" Aurora turned around, her eyes flashing with anger. "Who the fuck is Brielle?" she snapped glaring at Salvatore who was standing with Axe. She has been acting strange ever since she came back from Alan territory, Axe said before walking away. Fake! Sasha muttered as she walked pass them with another gangster. Aurora turned to leave, but Salvatore's voice stopped her again. "You'd better get used to being called Brielle, because that's who you are." Aurora spun around, her fists clenched. "I am not Brielle!" she shouted, but Salvatore just smiled and walked away, leaving her frustrated and helpless. *** Aurora p o v As I Stroll down the garden, I saw the empire's lake from a distance. "Aurora, face your fear," I whispered to myself, feeling drawn to the water. When I got closer, a sharp headache hit me. I groaned, holding my head as voices echoed in my mind. "Aurelia, don't leave me... Please don't leave me," a little girl cried definitely my younger self... I saw a blurry image of Aurelia, and the girl's face twisted in pain. "Aurelia!" I screamed, as I was carried on a huge man shoulder, before the little girl got to us, I was throwed into the ocean. Ahhhh! I screamed as I nearly fall into the lake in reality. I stumbled back, panting and sweating,Before I could catch myself, I hit something solid behind me. "Are you okay?" a voice asked. I turned around, but the face was unfamiliar. Brielle!!!! you're back," the stranger said, reaching for me. He tried to kiss me, but I pulled back, feeling scared. Brielle!!! Don't you dare, I yelled and he blinked so confuse... Brielle, why are you acting weird... we've had sex severally. Kissing is the least thing we have done. Who are you? And what the Fuck, are you talking about. I'm married to Vincenzo the last time, I check... I snapped. Brielle, why can't you remember me, I'm Ken, Vincenzo cousin... I left the house when I heard you died in Alan territory. I found out yesterday that you are back. Ken whispered. I can't recognize you, my head is spinning... I don't understand anything... I think I've lost my memories. I lied in shock. I can make you remember, Ken whispered touching my cheek as he brought his lips closer... I step backward quickly... Ken don't come closer until... i paused My memories, I bit my lower lips hard, comes back. I snapped before walking away. ** I held my chest when I realize the problem, i have falling into. Brielle was sleeping with her husband's cousin. The fuck! Being Vincenzo wife won't be easy at all... because his wife, is not so innocent, What other crime as she commit... she thought. *** Lady Brielle, time to introduce you to Marisol, Salvatore bowed and I frowned following him reluctantly. I knocked at Marisol door, no reply. I turned the handle and the door open, as I entered, Salvatore shut the door. Marisol, mommy is back, I whispered.... "Marisol!" I called out as I stepped into her scattered and untidy room. The curtain suddenly open, and Marisol came out, her hair dirty and tangled. Dark mascara was smeared under her eyes, and she smiled evilly holding a knife. I took a step backward, staring at the psychotic child before me. Mom, why are you taking a step back, Your daughter miss you... Marisol whispered playing with the knife in her hand. Drop that shit now, children don't play with knife, I yelled stepping backward with cold feet. Mom! come and hug me, why are you running away from me? You run away from me for two years and you are still running. Come to me mom, the little child whispered then laugh out loud, licking her lips.... But I step back with shaking legs and knees. My mom will never run away from me, she cried. One thing is certain she giggled wickedly... You are a fake mom. Marisol whispered with a dangerous smirk I ran to the door instantly and tried opening it but the door was already locked. Salvatore please open up, I screamed hitting the door as the little girl came closer. By the time, I turn around, Marisol was standing in front of me with the knife... before I could shout for help. Marisol stabbed the knife into my tummy with an hysteric laughter. I stared at my tummy in slow motion, is this a nightmare again, I asked myself...blood was gushing out of my tummy..... staining my dress. The little psycho in front of me pull the knife out of my tummy and i cried out with hot tears. Ahhh! I screamed the door opened instantly, I fell off backward onto a hard chest. Blacking out....

"Master!!! Master!!!" Salvatore ran into Vincenzo's room, panting heavily. Vincenzo was busy setting up his weapons for the next mission. He turned in Salvatore's direction and stood up instantly as soon as he saw Salvatore soaked in blood. "Speak!" he instructed. "Master... Aurora... Marisol..." Before he could speak further, Vincenzo grabbed the gun on his bed, pulling on the trigger. "What the fuck happened to Marisol?" Salvatore flinched in fear. "No, Master, Marisol is fine, but she stabbed Aurora," Salvatore said, and Vincenzo ran out of his room instantly . Salvatore ran after him, thinking he was heading towards Aurora's room, but he passed her room and forcefully opened his daughter's door. He paused when he saw Salvatore was following him. "Tell Sasha to direct the mission. I'm staying back," he muttered. "The doctor is attending to Aurora," Salvatore blurted out before leaving. "He loves his daughter so much, poor Aurora." Salvatore mumbled "Marisol!!" Vincenzo yelled, and Marisol came out from her wardrobe with blood on her body. "Papa!" she whispered, dropping the knife and running to hug him tight. "Tell me," Vincenzo said, pausing and squatting down to her level. She hugged him tighter. "I hate her. She is not my mother... She is a fake mom," Marisol cried, hugging her dad. "She is your mom," Vincenzo whispered, but she shook her head. "No, she is not. Mom has green eyes, not blue. Mom will never run away from me," Marisol cried. "But that is your mother's face. Don't you believe your papa? He will never lie to you or bring anybody else that is not your mom," Vincenzo said, avoiding her eyes. "Dad... Whenever you tell a lie, you never look into the person's eyes. You're lying," Marisol cried. "Can you prove it?" Vincenzo whispered calmly. "What did your dad say about accusations?" "Whenever you don't have evidence for something, you better not say," they both said together, and he chuckled. Taking her room's cell phone from the wall, he dialed one of the maids' numbers. "Prepare her bath. I'm taking my little girl out to the field." "Yeeeee!" Marisol danced, jumping up. He chuckled lightly before touching her hair lightly. "Let the maid bathe you," Vincenzo said, touching her hair calmly. "No, Dad," Marisol yelled, holding him tight. "Okay, fine. I'll bathe you," he said, grabbing her hand. The maid came in to assist him. He washed her dirty hair with a sigh. "Alan, I won't spare you," he whispered, holding his fist. As soon as he stepped out with Marisol and one of her maids, he met Sasha sitting on Marisol's bed. The room was already well arranged. "I did that," Sasha said with a pout. "Go prepare the gang for the mission," he snapped, and Sasha flinched. "But, Papa, she's a nice..... Vincenzo glared at Sasha, stopping Marisol halfway. Sasha hurried out of the room, panting hard in anger. "Are you fine?" Salvatore asked, but she slapped him hard on the cheek. "Shut the fuck up, dry bones," she said. Salvatore held his cheek in surprise. *** Aurora moaned uncomfortably in pain, her eyes still shut, and her fist folded strongly. "She will be fine, right?" Ken asked the doctor. He had seen Salvatore carrying her and had followed, only to find her in this state. So, he chose to stay by her side. He touched her face lightly as soon as the doctor left and tried to open her fist, but she struggled unconsciously with him. It was obvious she was holding onto something. "What could that be?" he asked himself, staring at her. *** Vincenzo rode his horse down the field, leaving the empire. Marisol was sitting at the front, cheering happily. He wore a matching hat with his daughter. He smiled, staring as she spread her arms wide, hugging the breeze. "It always feels like this," he thought. "She wants him to always be like this with her, ever since Brielle left. But he has a lot of duties, even finding her mom is a part of it. But she wouldn't understand." "Papa, I want to listen to that," Marisol said with her soft voice, pointing at the man playing the harmonica. They stopped for a while, listening to the tune. Marisol suddenly turned around, and Vincenzo knew what she was about to do. "Sleep," he thought. He positioned Marisol and hugged her to his chest, riding the horse back to the villa. *** Aurora sniffed, opening her eyes. Night had come already, and she saw Salvatore staring at her. She sat up and groaned a little. Then she opened her palm and smiled at her rosary. She suddenly tied it around her wrist. "My lucky charm," she whispered, kissing it. She tried standing up but groaned a little. "You can't stand up. You haven't recovered," Salvatore said. "I'm going to see your stupid master. I can't do this anymore. She stabbed me, she fucking stabbed me. She's supposed to be in a psychiatric hospital, not here," Aurora yelled, holding her tummy and leaving. "Snake," Sasha called, and he turned to her... Aurora smirked dangerously as she walked towards Vincenzo's room. It was locked. She grabbed her hairpin and tampered with the hole again. The door opened, and she entered inside. Vincenzo West Pecaminoso, I will be your doom!!She whispered as She stared at her Rosary.... "Don't judge me, judge him..." He has broken almost all the Tenth commandment...She scoffed at no one. I'm about to break just one, She whispered to her rosary again opening one of his locker and bringing out a gun. She sat on his bed and whispered to the gun... "I will be your worst nightmare".