6 Months in Love with the Mafia

***ISABELLA'S P.O.V*** I was sitting on the broken couch when I heard banging on my door. Who the hell is here now? I avoid that KNOCK. I don't want to see anyone. They will come up with the obvious question of how I am and, I don't want that sympathy from anyone. After a while of knocking, the sound stopped. They learn that I am least interested in meeting anyone. I close my eyes in resemblance of my mother when I hear door breaking, my eyes open instantly as the sound reaches my ear Who is here? I put my legs down and stepped off the couch in fear. Who are the people who killed my mother? I took the vase on the table and slowly stepped down the stairs. My heartbeat was fast. I was scared, but whoever they are, I want to see them. I reached down and saw an old man standing and said around him "I know Isabella, you are there." I was shocked at how he knew my name. With all the courage I had, I went in front of him and went down the saliva. "Who are you? Are you here to kill me?" I asked him if he wanted me dead rather than do it. But I would not die from fear. The man came and touched me. I closed my eyes in fear, but instead of hitting me, he moved his hand on my head. I opened my eyes in fear and saw him smiling. What is it he didn't hurt me? Why? "A father can never hurt his daughter." when he said that, I blacked out in shock. He is what he is. My no no, that can't happen. Mom said that he had died. How come he? She lied, but why? If she didn't know who he was, I took a few steps back from him. " My father is dead." I told him, but if he is actually my father, then I don't know. "I know Bella told you that I am dead because she didn't want me to be a part of your life." tears formed in. My father's eyes "Why do I trust you?" he smiled as a man came forward and gave him a letter. He gave me that letter. "Read it. Isabella." I took the letter from him and read it. It's mom's handwriting. Tears formed in my eyes. I looked at him. It proves that he is my father. But why did that? I gave him the letter back. "Please come with me, Isabella. I know you have questions, but this is not the place where I can answer." I them knew and followed him behind. I came out of the house holding my stuff and that included only my mother's photo frame. As I came out, my car was lined up to see who he really was. I followed him behind and settled down in the same car as he was. I know that nothing is going to be east but i have to do it for god sake i just have to do it so that i can do what i want, i am definitely not happy by what is happening but let it be i am good and i know that i willl be good. The car entered in a big house its actually very big i have always seen these sort of houses in the movies or in the tv show is it for real, car stopped and then Dad and i came out of it men's just gathered there to welcome us we both went inside and then i was just looking at the house its so big Then a women came with anger in her face and then looked at me with anger and then she looked at Dad "Why did you brought her here huh what was the reason for you to bring her here when i clearly told you that she can't come." I didn't said anything what am i suppose to say in this i just looked at her and then i looked down a gorgeous women came and then looked at me "Who is she Dad." she asked with a smile on her face "She is your sister Alena." as he said she smiled at me and then ,She took me to a big massive room. "So, this is your room, big sister, and, yes, one more thing, please don't mind what mom says she just sometimes acts like, and if you need anything, then just let me know bye." "Bye." Alena is very sweet. She accepted me with an open heart, but what Olivia said was right. I am an illegitimate child. My parents were not married to each other. I went inside the bathroom with tears in my eyes. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. Why, just why did it happen? My father, my half-sister, my stepmother, everyone of us are on the same roof. I don't blame her for anything, seeing her husband's child affairs must be hard. I came back to the room, I sat on the bed's edge. I took a deep breath and admired the beauty of the room, beautiful, but just for a few days then I would be gone. This place is not where I belong. I will love my life as I used to be this time without mom. I will be perfectly fine with it. I wiped my tears and lay down on the bed. I fall asleep while crying. "Mom" I heard myself screaming in the dream. I woke up with fear. I was all sweaty, then I realised that it was all a dream. Just a dream. That's it. Please relax, Isabella, relax, you will be good. I was just looking at Dad at what i am going to say or what i am going to do this place is not for me and it will never be for me TO BE CONTINUED....