Hiding the Billionaire Mafia's Twin.

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at my mom, who I had just gained her attent

ome last night?" She furrows her eyes at me. "No matter the issue you had, I've told you be

d between Dante and me,

n't be compared to them. We should not do anything that wi

ed, looking awa

Cara," She

o get marrie

e him a lot? Don't you love him anymore? When you were b

t to work and earn money on my own for three years or hel

ttend the homecoming banquet party of the Mancini son. We have 1 hour and

ee someone later, before the homecoming party,"

dy-hugged knee-length gown, short stiletto blue heels, and my h

rell

. He looks so damn cute; he seems hotter and more handsome than before. Dante and I grew up together, but we are from different social classes

brown beddy hair and his beautiful smile and brown eyes. Dante Mancini, son of a fami

so much," He runs closer to me

lt of what happened two days ag

s with you, Fiorella? You look so distracte

wanted to spend it with you, but you didn't come...I didn't sleep well the night before thi

I'll take you out tomorrow before we get married. Don't you agree?"

called, loo

give out his honor to me to take over the family company—The Mancini limited liability Company, and also

t since we were Ten but now. I'm a grown-up twenty-five years old,

remain cocky out

was not down from my heart. I sinned against him. I gave out

d. What if h

ight designs and decorations. I sat down closer to Dante, who held my hand under the table with a gre

is a sixty-five years old Sicilian Patrician of Sicily, Italy; word has it that he doesn't only handle clean money but also dirty m

ve years, and now he's back looking more handsome than ever, and now I can see preying eyes on him; all daughters of

unce that my only son, Dante Mancini, will be taking over Mancini's limited liability company, both big, small, and

nce to you all today. A Few only knew about my son's engagement party six

look at our table; whispering and murmuring took place to some that jus

y who looked so upper class whispe

is a poor

ini allow a poor street rat to get married i

e top richest in the upper class. I've been preying on the young master since I was sixteen,

where the juice and real love are. I'm happy for whosoever that girl is, either rich or poor, she deserved it, and I'm glad

tent, somebody supported me without knowing I was the poor bitch. The girl wh

our old family friend, Caeser Evette, and also her mother, Ginvera Evette, was the one that

o come out, which we did. Instantly, all eyes we

anny who cared for Dante when he was little? She

ste; who is she? Is she from the upper-upper class? Because I've nev

he mockery was so evident in their voice. The

re not for her, grandpa once saved the life of the young master of the Mancini family. With her background, she could

e. They don't know when her mother gave birth to her. Her mother was still in school, and

tly, Dante pulls me closer to him... DANTE... I c

nton," He frowns as he walks down to his father and whispers

ne, which he's mine to handle. She's so lucky to h

GrandMaster Mancini said. He made a hand gesture as Dante brought

ne with. I designed this myself in my father's company in America; you know, diamonds, gold, coils, etc., are our field; that's w

t looked down at him. "Fiorella Cora Evette. Will you marry me? Will you be

ovely and so wonderful. Who would believe that a low class w

ht love her so much to go to their extreme,"

voice came

ssed me in the presence of everyone. He parted

ove you more," I whispered as tears d

say," He hushed me

less stranger. Oh my God, what have I done?

he grabs my arm wi