KARMA: FALLING FOR MY ENEMY'S SON

10. THE FIRST DEATH

Those who are heartless, once cared too much…

I'm startled awake by the loud hurried banging on my bedroom door. Slowly sitting up straight, I tossed the covers aside and crawled out of my bed. I sleepingly made my way to the door and wrapped my hand around the handle. I pulled it open all the while rubbing my eyelids with my fingers in an attempt to ward the droopiness away.

“What is it??” I asked, suppressing a yawn.

“Have you seen the news??” Bruno asked, pushing past me and shamelessly let himself into my bedroom.

“No, why?? What happened??” I asked, letting go of the doorknob and walked back to my bed. I had only just slept not long ago after spending the entire night just writing. I planned to stay in bed today but well... Bruno happened as always. When did he even get here??

“When did you even get here??” I voiced out my thoughts but instead of an answer, Bruno grabbed my TV remote from my bedside table and turned the TV on. With my brows furrowed together in confusion, I watched as he switched from one channel to the other searching for something and was about to ask him what exactly he was looking for when he finally settled on a news channel. My eyes narrowed at what was being broadcasted on the screen, it was about the most influential family in Italy… The Magliolo Family.

“Never in my life had I thought they'd give so much respect to a butler" Bruno said under his breath, his thought as good as mind.

I hummed in agreement and said "Of course they would, what he did to me must've given him a seat around their dining table” before getting up. I walked to my bookshelf by the wall and pulled one of the books slightly toward me. There was a click and the shelf moved sideways, revealing a secret room. The inside looked like a cigar room, with a mini bar in the corner; a smoking area, a small lounge and a mirror covered in a white sheet.

I walked in, followed by Bruno and stopped in front of the mirror. Removing the sheet, I let it drop on the floor and walked to the coffee table in the middle of the room. It had a photo album over it, flipping open that album I took out Arthur's picture and held it in my hand. Looking at it, unwanted memories clouded my eyes and my mind took me back to that night…

After running away from the Magliolo's residence, I went straight back home and hid in my bedroom from my mother and siblings. Hugging my legs close to my chest, I silently sobbed on the floor next to my bed. Lorenz had lied to me ...everything he had been telling me all this time was just so I could trust him and let him in. He was never going to leave his wife and now he wanted me to kill our baby.

I jumped, startled by the ringing of my phone and hurriedly stood up to get it from my bed in hopes that it was him. Maybe he wanted to apologise for earlier and make things right. I sighed sadly and in disappointment when instead of Lorenz's name on the screen, I saw Arthur's "yes uncle??" I received the call.

"My dear, where are you??" Arthur asked, sounding really worried.

"I should've listened to you uncle, I should've never gone to his mansion… his entire family is evil. You know, his wife let him hit me even after knowing I was pregnant" I immediately wailed to him, falling down on my knees and sat back on the cold floor.

Arthur clicked his tongue and said "I told you dear, to stay away from the Rossi's but you never listen. Now look at what you're going through" at his scolding, I sniffled and angrily wiped the tears off my face with the back of my hand. I didn't need to hear about my irresponsible mistakes time and again

"Well, it's not too late. I'll take mom, Angelo and Estella to America and it'll be like I never met them" I said, determined.

"You’re still keeping the baby‽‽" My hand protectively wrapped around my stomach at his question.

"Its father might not want it but I do and I'll protect my baby from that scum" I told him, looking down at my slowly growing baby bump.

He let out a heavy sigh and said "I'm worried about you Angela, where are you??" I scowled at his question, why was he so adamant on finding out my whereabouts.

"Don't worry uncle, I'm safe" I said

"Angy dinner's ready!!" Mom yelled, from outside my bedroom door.

I quickly disconnected the call and cleared my throat before saying "I'm not hungry mom, I'll eat later" I got up and walked to her bathroom to take a shower before going to bed.

I'm startled awake a few minutes later by the sound of mom screaming downstairs. I hurriedly sat up and looked outside my window. It was still dark outside so who was downstairs with mom and most importantly what was she doing awake at this hour?? Did someone break into our house??