Not a Nobody

CORSICAN MAFIA?

The Unseen Tension

When Viola and her father arrived home, her mother’s eyes widened in shock at the sight of all the luxurious purchases. Concern etched on her face, she quickly pulled her husband aside, her voice trembling with worry.

“Honey, please, don’t do this for Fiona. They’ll find her… please,” she pleaded, her tears brimming as she looked up at him.

He gently placed his hands on her shoulders, trying to calm her. “Don’t worry, it’s for our daughter,” he reassured, though he didn’t specify which daughter he meant.

His wife, misunderstanding, smiled with relief, thinking he referred to viola. She wiped her tears and went to check on Viola.

Meanwhile, Viola was in her room, overjoyed with all the gifts. She was arranging everything carefully, taking pictures with a huge smile on her face. As she snapped another shot, she quickly posted it on social media with the caption, *"My father’s pre-birthday gifts! #spoiled #lovemydad."*

Her mother entered the room, seeing Viola’s happiness. She forced a smile, masking the worry that lingered just beneath the surface, hoping the gifts wouldn’t bring about the very danger she feared.

As Viola admired her new gifts, her father arrived with a team of servants. He directed them to carefully transport all the items to a separate room. Viola watched with a puzzled expression.

“Dad, why are you moving everything?” she asked, confused.

He smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry, Viola. Everything will come out in time. It’s going to be a wonderful surprise for you and your mother.

Viola’s curiosity was piqued, but she saw the excitement in her father’s eyes and decided not to press further. She smiled and nodded. “I can’t wait, Dad!”

Her mother, overhearing the conversation, came over with a relieved smile. “Oh, it’s for us then? How lovely!” she said, misinterpreting the meaning of the surprise. She hugged Viola and added, “We’re so lucky to have such thoughtful surprises.”

Viola beamed, excited about the mystery and what it might mean for them both.

Max, Fiona, and Meera were at the private jet’s boarding area, preparing for their flight. The sleek, luxurious jet gleamed in the sunlight, a symbol of the new world Fiona was about to enter.

Fiona’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she took in the sight of the jet. “I can’t believe I’m going to have my own jet when I get home!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with awe.

Meera smiled warmly at her. “Yes, Fiona. It’s a new beginning for you.”

Max, standing beside them, nodded. “It’s going to be quite a change, but we’ll get you settled in. There’s a lot to catch up on, but you’ll adjust.”

Fiona’s heart raced with anticipation as she imagined the home she was about to enter, where she would finally meet her so-called parents—the people she had heard about but never truly known. The thrill of finally being part of a family, the luxury she was about to experience, and the new chapter of her life were all converging in this moment.

As they boarded the jet, Fiona looked out the window, her mind swirling with thoughts of what lay ahead.

Back in New York City, Viola was bubbling with excitement as her 20th birthday approached. Her mind was focused on one thing: her upcoming wedding. Despite the arrangement being a marriage of convenience, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of happiness at the thought of finally tying the knot with her fiancé.

She buzzed around her room, making last-minute preparations and ensuring every detail of the party was perfect. The lavish venue was decorated with elegance, and the guest list was filled with high society figures. Viola’s heart fluttered as she imagined walking down the aisle to meet her fiancé.

“Oh, I’m so excited!” she exclaimed to her mother, who was helping with the final touches. “I can’t wait to see him. It’s going to be such a wonderful celebration.”

Her mother, caught up in Viola’s enthusiasm, smiled sadly. “Yes, dear, it will be a beautiful event. I’m sure everything will go perfectly.” just then she thought about fiona who have to be the one to get married in the place of viola

Viola glanced at the clock, her anticipation growing with every passing moment. The prospect of starting this new chapter, even under the constraints of a pre-arranged marriage, filled her with a sense of joy and optimism.

On the morning of Fiona’s and Viola’s shared birthday, their private jet touched down in New York City, the city where Fiona was born. Max guided them through the bustling city to a lavish hotel, ensuring they were comfortably settled and refreshed.

To make the occasion special, Max had arranged for elegant outfits: a stunning queen dress for Meera and a body-hugging gold-plated maxi for Fiona. As the garments arrived, both Meera and Fiona marveled at the luxurious fabrics, excited for the events to come.

The event took place in a grand, luxurious venue, elegantly decorated with a lavish buffet spread across a glittering hall. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as the Salvatores prepared to announce their daughter's marriage, a union arranged years earlier. The room was filled with prominent businessmen, influential mafia leaders, and Viola’s friends, all gathered to witness the momentous occasion.

As Fiona, Max, and Meera made their grand entrance into the venue, a few well-dressed men and women approached them. Max expected them to greet him and Fiona, but to his surprise, they bypassed them entirely and directed their attention to Meera.

“Hello, Mrs. Senior Corsican,” they said with respect.

The unexpected greeting left Max and Fiona stunned, their eyes widening in shock as they processed the implications of the title

As Max and Fiona stood in the crowd, they spotted Viola approaching with an angelic smile. She greeted Max, inquiring about his journey, completely unaware of Fiona standing nearby. While talking to Max, fiona began walking through the garden, admiring the decorations. Just then, Fiona, lost in her thoughts, accidentally bumped into a strong chest. Startled, she quickly turned around and hurried away without even looking at the man she had collided with.

As Fiona tried to flee, the man she bumped into caught her hand, stopping her in her tracks. When she turned around, the man was stunned, instantly recognizing her face. While he stood there, admiring her, Fiona quickly apologized and dashed away towards Max.

Meanwhile, Max, having just escaped Viola’s sweet chatter, noticed Fiona running toward him, panic in her eyes. Without hesitation, he took her by the arm and led her back to his room, shielding her from the chaos of the event.