Reborn Again To Marry My Enemy's Son

Chapter 3

“8hrs is small but I guess it can make a difference’’ Francesca giggles. Since I have been given a second chance, I must make my enemies pay she thinks to herself. Excitement written all over her face. She goes to the police station and approaching a grumpy looking front desk officer she says “I would like to make a report.” The man just stares at her blankly, this annoys Francesca “sir I said I would like to make a report.’’ She repeats but is cut short by the officer who slams a file he was holding on the desk, causing Francesca to flinch. “I heard you the first time. Are you going to make the report or what!’’ the officer yells. Francesca feels intimidated and wants to apologize but she rethinks. “The old Francesca would cower but not anymore. Now that I have been reborn, I must have a change in attitude’’ she whispers encouraging herself. Just as she is about to retaliate, a voice catches her attention “it’s a pity really’’ the first voice says, “people never learn how can a powerless and poor person try to sue a rich and influential person’’ the second voice says. “Now he has been thrown in jail for crime he didn’t even commit’’ the second voice adds. “Are you here to make a report or eavesdrop!’’ the officer snaps at Francesca who was in a daze. “On second thought I don’t need to make a report anymore’’ she says before dashing out of the station. Outside flashes of Francesca’s past life flash before her eyes. She remembers one thing peculiar to the men who assaulted her. They had a specific tattoo, one which her father’s murderer had. Could it be the people who killed my father want to finish what they started she thinks to herself. “Mom!’’ she says remembering her mother. She gets on her bike and drives off. Francesca runs through the hospital scanning every room searching for her mother. Tears begin to form in her eyes, “could they have gotten to her?” she says her breath heavy. She reaches the door of the room where her mother had stayed in her past life. Opening it slowly hoping her mother was still alive. She enters and lying there was her mother still in a coma. She runs to her bedside and clutching her mother’s arm begins to cry, “mom I’m sorry. I promise that in this life I will take good care of you and get revenge on those who hurt you’’ she says, talking to her mother like she can hear her. She cleans her tears and determination flash in her eyes. After paying the deposit for her mother’s treatment she goes to a cybercafé and begins doing her research. “Gangs with snake and knife tattoo’’ she types. “I don’t know how google is going to know this but I guess it’s worth a try’’ she says feeling skeptical. As the computer buffers, she sighs repeatedly in frustration. After a while of waiting some articles come up and as she scrolls through them and a familiar face catches her attention. Her hand, shakes as she clicks on the article “Leonardo Romano, the Romano family group, net worth” she shivers as she continues to scroll while trying to convince herself that she’s safe. Just then a vague memory flashes in her eyes. She remembers another person, a woman. She wore a mask and it seemed like she was the leader of the g**g. Francesca sighs again feeling like she hit a dead end. “How am I even supposed to get revenge on someone who’s net worth is two hundred billon dollars’’ she sighs in frustration. “Moreover, there is nothing here about his illegal dealings’’ she sighs again as she thinks about the discussion she heard at the police station. Just as she feels like giving up, she remembers “the strange man!’’ she exclaims feeling like she just hit the jack pot. “Alright what can you remember about him.’’ She runs through memories of him in her past life “plate number? D’Amico!’’ She types it into the search bar and the D’Amico group pops up. She laughs in joy as she scans through the article about the family. “Net worth eight hundred billion dollars!’’ She bursts into laughter again, “he is richer than Leonardo and the families are public rivals. That explains why he was able to have information and warn me. Unfortunately, I didn’t listen’’.

For a moment she bad thinking about all the injustice she suffered in her past life. Then she bursts into laughter again “how are you rivals with someone who has six billion more than you’’ she laughs again“ANTONIO D’AMICO how do I meet you?’’ she says realizing that she has no way of contacting him. A commotion outside catches her attention and she goes to check. “How dare you steal here, I’ll punish you!’’ A middle age woman shouts. Francesca stretches her body trying to see who the woman could be shouting at and she catches sight of a young girl. She should be nothing less than ten years old. Francesca walks towards the commotion, looking at the pretty girl she is captivated. The girl has blonde hair and is dressed in designer clothes. She could pass for a real heiress. Despite Francesca current poverty, her childhood was filled with good memories. Her parents had always bought her designers so there was no way she could be wrong. “Why would a girl in designers steal’’ she thinks to herself. Looking at the middle-aged woman Francesca notices that she is stammering while narrating the event. Her breath is heavy and her fingers are fidgeting indicating that she is lying. The girl on the other hand just sits on the floor not responding to any of the accusations. Francesca’s heart softens and she decides to help. “This girl didn’t steal’’ she says calm and confidently “who are you to interfere’’ the woman retaliates. “She is wearing designer clothing, that means she’s most likely from an influential family so how could she steal. You on the other hand know this and want to frame her hoping you can scam her family members. Do you really have no shame.’’ The woman’s expression turns pale at Francesca’s words and she starts fidgeting and stuttering. “I… what do you kno…’’ she says trying to defend herself but Francesca grabbing the girl’s hand, run’s away. The woman tries to chase them but fails to keep up. Francesca and the girl come to a halt, after confirming that they are far away from the commotion. Looking at the girl she wonders if she has any relation that would know Antonio D”Amico.