Emma. While she headed to the bathroom, I looked at the closed door, wondering what else might be hidden in that ominous house. And as I waited for the pregnancy test result, my mind continued to race, trying to unravel the secrets of the DeLuca family and the mystery surrounding my own life. I entered the bathroom, my mind not making sense, you know when in a moment, it feels like nothing makes sense anymore? That's how I felt, and I didn't know if I could survive with this burden. When the time finally came to check the pregnancy test result, I felt paralyzed. My eyes remained fixed on the small screen, which seemed to take an eternity to show the verdict. Each passing second was agony, and my mind was filled with worries and uncertainties. When I finally mustered the courage to look, the word "positive +3 weeks" was clearly displayed on the screen. My heart sank. It was real, I was three weeks pregnant. A sense of despair enveloped me, and tears welled up in my eyes once again.

Emma I never thought my life would come to this point. I was married and pregnant with a man who could have familial ties to me, and who forced me into this marriage. Could it get any worse? I think so; there's always a way for things to worsen. Well, I regret it. I knew I could have avoided all of this if I had just not slept with him. All of this could have been prevented, why, God? I left the cafe where I met my father; I needed to act immediately. I had no one I could trust in that house, not even Ize. She couldn't know about these things, not yet. I entered the mansion; the security guards watched me, probably to report to the boss. I was skeptical and cold towards Andrew. In the contract clause, it was explicit that I couldn't get pregnant by Andrew. We broke that. But the blame wasn't solely mine. If he found out I was pregnant, firstly, I didn't know what he would do to me. Whether he would kill me, take the child, I couldn't trust him. I was in a position where I had no

EmmaThe tension in the room was palpable. The feeling that everything was on the brink of collapse hung over us. Andrew stared at me with furious and bewildered eyes, his grip tight on my arm."Let go, you're hurting my arm," I managed to say, my voice trembling.He dragged me into his room and pressed me against the door, staring intensely into my eyes. His normally hypnotic blue eyes now glowed with uncontrollable rage."What were you doing on the street? I'll give you one last chance to tell me, Emma," he growled."Nothing, Andrew," I replied, my voice shaky.He shook his head in disbelief. "Wrong, Emma. Don't think you can fool me; you can't, do you understand?" he said, his face dangerously close to mine.My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might explode at any moment. I had to be brave and face the truth, no matter how terrifying it was.I took a deep breath and showed him the photo I had taken of his mother as a child. Andrew looked at the picture with a puzzled expr

Andrew DeLuca Two weeks had passed since the dreaded discoveries. Uncertainty and anxiety were eating away at us, and I knew it was time to make a decision. I went to Emma's room and gently knocked on the door. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring into space, lost in her thoughts. "Emma, we need to talk," I said seriously. She looked at me with a concerned look. "What do you have in mind, Andrew?" "I was thinking... Maybe it's better if we join forces in this search. Together, we can find answers more quickly." Emma looked surprised. "You want to form an alliance? That's unexpected." "I don't like being in the dark, and I don't think you do either," I explained. "Uncertainty is consuming us. If we are siblings, we need to find the truth. If we're not, we need to know that too." She nodded, slowly, pondering my words. "You're right. I'm willing to work together, Andrew. Our best chance to find the clues we need is if we help each other." I breathed a sigh of relief.

Continued As my uncle hesitated to continue, a flood of thoughts and emotions overwhelmed my mind. I was the Don of the DeLuca Family, but that revelation about my true origin changed everything. "Who is this man?" I pressed, trying not to lose my composure. "Your real father... he was one of the most powerful mobsters in Italy, that's the only thing my brother ever told me." My uncle's explanation raised more questions than answers. Who was this powerful mobster? And why did he leave me with another family and disappear from the world? If he was so wealthy, why didn't he ever try to find me? "But why was I never told the truth, uncle? Why was this kept from me?" I pounded the wall. "Your real father didn't want you to be dragged into the underworld of crime and the mafia. He believed that by leaving you with the DeLuca family, you would have a chance at a slightly better life, without having to run." I felt like a puppet, manipulated by the decisions of men who believed they k