Villa Concordia:Six Months With My Enemy

ALANA "It's just six months Alana, it's not really a big deal" I heard my dad's voice, and I balled my fist angrily. I felt like punching or hitting something at the moment. How can he tell me that it's not a big deal?? Six Months in Villa Concordia. Six months in a mansion that's been built with truce. Six months with my enemy. Six months living under the same roof with a Romano, and now I've been told that it's not a big deal. How can it not be, when I will be sharing the same space with the one person I was taught and trained to hate and despise. The Romanos weren't just my father's enemies....they were mine too. I was raised on stories of betrayals, bloodshed, and funerals. I still remembered standing beside tiny graves while dressed in black with my father silently making vows of revenge. I remembered my mother's tears and how my little sisters screamed for help while their lives were ended short. The whispers. The gunshots that stole people whose faces I could still picture. Hatred wasn't something I learned. it was something I inherited. "I will tell you what I've always told you Alana, never trust a Romano, no matter what," he added. His voice carried a hint of warning. "Yet, I'm meant to live under the same roof with one all for the sake of the truce" I scoffed, staring out the window. "I know it's awful, but please keep in mind I'm also married to one all still for the sake of the truce," he said, and I rolled my eyes. This truce stuff is really stupid to me. In order to maintain peace and harmony between my family, the Bianchi and the Romano's family, the truce was invited to stop a bloody war. My father had to marry one of the Romano's sisters, and the head of the Romano did the same by marrying my dad's sister as his wife. While I and the Romano heir are meant to stay in Villa Concordia as family. Just to tell everyone, we are cool now, and the bloody war is over. But still I see Villa Concordia as a prison yard, a place where I've been held as a hostage. "You better put me in prayers, Dad, because I haven't forgotten how the Romanos took the people who are dear to me. So if you don't pray for me, I might pull a trigger at that fuckin Romano and blow his head off, and the truce will be broken. Then we can all go back and war at each other" I hissed, and the chuckling of my father vibrated through the car. "Oh Alana, when others say they're disappointed to have a daughter as their next in line, I say I'm not. Because you're exactly like your mother. Strong, fearless, acts like she has the species of both a tigress and a lioness combined. That's how I see you, Alana, and I know you aren't one to act recklessly. You think and you're smart, so I believe in what you can do," he praised as his hands fell on my hair. "If it was up to me, I would have had you stay with me, but then they won't be clarified that we're practicing the truce. And I can't let you go over to the Romano's side; neither can they let him come here as well, so that's why they suggested Villa Concordia was the best for you two....." "All I want from you is to stay vigilant and highly alert. My men will be there as well, same as his, and every nook of that house has a CCTV camera except your rooms and bathrooms, that way I can keep an eye on you!" He added, and I sighed before holding his hands. "I don't know for others, but you're the best Dad" I smiled and also earned one from him. The car slowly came to an halt as we arrived at the Peace Treaty home. Villa Concordia. I came down first and stared at the magnificent mansion that felt like it was made with gold. But I already see this place as nothing but a war ground because I believe one day it will be. Men with guns were everywhere in the compound, and I couldn't tell who was who here, which was bad. I needed one of my father's allies at least to lay out information to him, but I guess now I can't. Some young girls dressed in uniforms, which I assumed were house helps, immediately rushed towards me. "Good morning, ma'am!" "Please! Let us help you with your bags, ma'am," one of them said. "Let it be!" I stopped her before she could reach for it. "But ma...." "I said let it be, I never sent or called for your helps I could handle it myself." I walked to the car boot and dragged down my remaining luggage, and f**k, it was hell heavy. I struggled to move in three luggages at once, and I immediately regretted my decision a while ago. Now my pride and ego are stopping me from calling them back. I struggled, and when I climbed the staircase, I took a pause just to catch my breath. When suddenly a black BMW drove in and stopped right close to our car. The car door was pushed open, and long legs stretched out. He stepped out of the car, adjusting the cuff of his tailored suit before his eyes landed on me. Everything around us seemed to disappear, and the guards automatically stopped talking; even the maids hesitated. Neither of us looked away. His grey eyes were as cold as winter steel while mine burned with open hatred. This was the first time the heirs of two rival empires stood face to face without a battlefield between them. Neither of us blinked, nor did we smile, and we both didn't welcome the other. Clean tailored suit, messy dark hair, tattoos all over him with awell-sculptured face and a perfect body that didn't fit a snake like him. The Romano's heir… Vincenzo. "Welcome home, everyone!" Someone chanted. "This is not our home!" We spoke at the same time, and silence followed. Our eyes met once more before we deliberately looked away. I hated the fact that we'd agreed on something. I hated him even more for that. Six months, one hundred and eighty days. That was all I had to survive. Unless one of us killed the other first.