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aving failed to see who he really is. - Wait for my lawyer to contact me, Marina, he will take you from Milan and we will resolve this issue, but don't worry, you will be
g the most of my days, I have nothing left, besides, I studied accounting,
kes my blood run cold. - What happened? - Laura, she mo... I drop the phone on the floor before he can finish speaking, and I feel a huge hole opening up beneath my feet. - Sir, is everything okay? - One of the security guards approaches. - Arrange my flight to Milan, now. I cry over my sister's cold body, lying in a coffin, covered in her favorite flowers, and her hands are under those of Enrico, the only man she has ever lov
end the holidays with my mother and sister. It had been three years since I had moved to New York to study, a time that seemed too long, but my father was insistent on keeping me away, despite all my efforts to please him. Calling Emiliano "my father" should be something common, after all, he raised me since birth. However, he makes a point of reminding me that I am a bastard, the son of a modest employee with whom my mother
that right? You have your father's blood, poor as he is." My empty hands closed in my pants pockets. "It's nothing serious," I lied. "Of course not, I imagine it's not. Do you know how hard it is to find a good marriage for an illegitimate child?" "How could I not know, if you remind me every second." "Do you want a woman, Matteo? Find some prostitutes, pay them and everything will be fine." "She's not that kind of woman,"
resumed my position, facing him. - Since everything is resolved, I'm going to unpack, Emiliano. - Dad, I am your father for all intents and purposes. - Of course, I appreciate you granting me this honor. I turned my back and left the office, closing the door behind me. My mother had heard everything from outside, but there was no compassion in her gaze, only disdain. It seemed like I had committed a crime by f
or another second. Could he have been right all along? I got up from the bed where I was lying and wiped away the tears that I had allowed to fall for the last time. Emiliano had always dreamed of having a son, and that day I decided that I would stop being treated like a bastard. He was right, he always was. I am a Ferrara, and from that moment on, I started to act lik
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