The Mafia's Vengeful Love

house, she knew something's going to happen. The panic rising within her, the unknown gut-wrenching fear, everythin

creams of feared ones and the pleads of her mother to let their family go, still vividly plays in her mind. Like she was teleported to that tragic day every time and forced to live it again and aga

his buddies, she grew up like a spoiled princess with her family at her beck and call until she was forced to separate from them by a misfortunate attack transpire

fore she took that little girl to police, thinking the kid lost her way. The little girl was tight-lipped to all questions came her way b

oaming on roads at their free will and the little girl is slightly injured with a heavy bump on her forehead, cracked lips, bleeding knees thus confirmed their hunch. S

the feeling of loneliness ate her from within. The Wilson's arrival made her feel everything is w

ht she was not normal and she couldn't care less about their opinion. Wilson's were kind enough to take her in, even though they knew about

, Wilson's gave her a new identity and she took it with open hands to bury her past. She didn't want to be Klara anymore as she is nothing withou

g with her so she can wake Fiona up in case of nightmares and let her sleep peacefully afterwards with her warmth. They never really aske

ansformed into reality. And, she slowly started accepting the fact that she ca

han her father. He's alive and so are everyone from her family. The exhilaration she lived knowing that they are safe and sound was boundless and the ye

her back but she didn't want to hurt her adoptive parents leaving them behind, so she stayed back.

threat that she can't live her life peacefully without protection. This is her chance for a normal life

erself and the fact that she has to hide everything about her real family from Wilson's or lie whenever she goes to meet them but saying to hers

utely didn't want another to live like that. It's best if they are in the dark and easy for her to live as Fiona Wilson rather than Klara Roselli. To the

sleep. But the thoughts kept flowing. Even though her parents were alive, she lost her

o the wall near the window where all her art supplies including her paints, brushes, alkyd mediums, linseed oil bottles along Sansodor solvent bottles for diluting paint and cleaning brushes and other necessary items wer

ss palette resting on the table into hand, staring at her art. After deciding from where to pick up the left work, she took the black paint tube and squeezed some

ughts will eventually bring her. Since her childhood, she used to experiment with lots of mediums like

time. The black shadows she paints in all her works represents her haunted nightmares and the golden eyes, speaks the voice of h

s with her painting, Flying with courage. The eagle was black as it was just a shadow with Red Columbines as its wings and

ecially bought for times like these where natural light is unavailable. They came out pretty decent and Fiona then and there mailed

dentity as she started selling her art works from a young age and at that time rev

her out of her grief and helping her to engage more in activities to keep her mind off from unwanted thoughts,

showed her a painting, she blurted out, "If I had money Fiona, I would've bought all your paintings and decorate my house

buyers, she suffered with disappointment but never gave up. Though the marketing part was really confusing and had no clue about the sta

as on cloud nine the entire day and immensely proud of herself for getting such a recognition within a short span of time. It isn't easy for artists to grow either personally with

not for money she began selling her pieces but for someone to love it the same way she loves her ever

not confident enough to share because she knew she might fail though but that didn't stop her in putting

over her packed paintings to the courier agency was a big task. So she always made sure to book the service during times when Wilson'

ts to save enough money to open her own gallery one day, before revealing her secret-

inancially, who are willing to care for her even if she

hat business in Kandon city. Though later many other mimicked and few agencies popped up, her dad's remained in the top as trusted a

er own art gallery one day, featuring her own works. She craves for that kind of success in her life and the recognition

aunted her dreams for years now. The signature feature in her every painting was this pair of golden eyes. Sometimes soft, sometimes with a

odor and dropped the used brushes in them only after wiping the paint as much as possible with a cloth. She can

carefully and deliver it to the location she mentioned but on second thought she ditched that idea and threw her mobile on the bed side t

after everything is done and happened today. It's half pas