在意大利，“黑手党”头目和他的妻子躺在一张巨大的床上。他们一边嘲笑着自己的愚蠢行为，一边不停地亲吻着她。

“亲爱的，小心肚子，”她笑着警告道，而他只是皱起了眉头。

“我会吃醋的，你不再爱我了……”她拥抱并亲吻他；他们是两个疯狂地爱着对方的人，尽管他们在一起经历了很多。

那天晚上，男人的电话响了，她立刻皱起了眉头。她讨厌他每次离开，因为她不知道他还会不会回来。这个女人爱他胜过一切。

“我得走了，亲爱的，但我发誓我很快就会回来，”他宣布道，亲吻了她的额头，然后迅速离开了。

蒂齐亚诺·马科内蒂离开了豪宅。他的电话响个不停：是埃莉诺拉·阿尔菲耶里打来的。自从他们在他家的一家夜总会相遇以来，她就一直不停地给他打电话。原本只是个小意外，结果却成了勒索，逼迫他和她在一起；每次她想见他，他都得跑开，生怕她会毁了他的婚姻。他非常了解他的妻子朱莉安娜：她永远不会原谅背叛。

蒂齐亚诺的车在意大利的街道上飞驰。他必须去让埃莉诺拉明白自己的处境：他的妻子比以往任何时候都更需要他，不能为了些蠢事打电话给他。他一边开车，一边拿出手机，但那女人没有接听。他再次拨打电话，但无人接听。

车子没有停下来；他只想着把东西修好然后回去见他怀孕的妻子，却没有意识到把她独自一人留下会让他付出巨大的代价。

蒂齐亚诺的情人无时无刻不在骚扰他。有一天，她甚至来到豪宅，质问他为什么还没去看她。那男人甚至不知道自己为什么还没开枪打死她；正因为如此，那女人才以为他爱她。那次她进豪宅时，朱莉安娜发现他们在吵架，他介绍说她是很久没见的表妹。事实上，她和他们待了两天，其中一天晚上，他偷偷溜出去，到隔壁房间和她待在一起。

这让那位女士当晚进屋更加容易。警卫让她进来，因为她随时出现已经是惯例，他的妻子也不再怀疑了。那位女士上楼走进房间，发现朱莉安娜正躺在床上看书。她手里拿着一个故事，正兴高采烈地讲着，另一只空着的手揉着肚子。

“朱莉安娜，亲爱的，你好吗？”埃莉诺拉走进房间，笑容十分迷人，向她打招呼。

“埃莉诺拉，你在这里干什么？这个时候来？出什么事了吗？我丈夫不在这里。”她天真地回答道，丝毫没有意识到这个恶毒女人的意图。

“我知道。他担心自己会迟到，所以才让我来陪你。你看，我给你带了这个，是女仆给你准备的。”她递给她一杯果汁，这杯果汁她从外面就拿在手里，只盛在杯子里。

“谢谢，不过没必要，你人太好了。”朱莉安娜拒绝了，但埃莉诺拉坚持要喝，她只好答应。她平静地喝了下去，两人聊了一会儿，直到朱莉安娜开始感到困倦，睡着了。

埃莉诺拉没有去看望这座豪宅，而是迅速返回了自己的公寓，尽管蒂齐亚诺刚到时发现公寓里空无一人。

蒂齐亚诺大声咒骂，并将东西扔在地上。

“这女人还是老样子！见到她我就杀了她！”他怒吼道，胸膛起伏，拳头攥得紧紧的，粗声粗气。

他拿起电话又打了过去。她接了一会儿，说她不舒服，出去买药了，一会儿就回来。

几分钟后，蒂齐亚诺绝望了。他一看到她，就抓住她的胳膊，猛摇她。

“你到底在干什么？你让我来了又走？你疯了！”他推开她，把她扔到沙发上。“这是你最后一次给我打电话了，你这个混蛋，因为我发誓我要杀了你！”他从裤子里掏出枪，指着她的额头。女人太激动了，但即使那颗子弹没射中，她也会很高兴，因为她终于实现了她的愿望：除掉了两个障碍。

这一切发生的时候，朱莉安娜正在睡觉。她服用的药物含有一种会让她昏迷的物质。入睡两小时后，她突然被一阵剧痛惊醒；她捂着肚子尖叫，泪流满面。这简直难以忍受。

她尖叫着呼喊着什么人。她呼唤着埃莉诺拉和蒂齐亚诺，但最终一个女仆听到了她的声音，叫来了主人的手下，把她带到了诊所。

在去诊所的路上，那几个人给蒂齐亚诺打了电话。这个意大利人非常绝望；光是听到妻子身体不适，而他却不在身边，就让他怒火中烧。

男人开车像疯了一样，谁也不等。他只希望她平安无事。他大喊，这是最后一次了，如果妻子出了什么事，他再也不会见那个女人了。

与此同时，诊所里，一位肚子沉重、脸色苍白的女人走了进来。阵阵宫缩如同猛烈的浪潮般袭来，让她喘不过气来。

医生们奔跑、喊叫，推着金属推车和针头。但这一切都无济于事。出血像一条漆黑而寂静的河流一样蔓延开来。

医生让她用力，但她已经感觉肚子像要被撕裂了一样；疼痛难忍，呼吸时胸口也隐隐作痛。她费了好大劲，却什么也做不了。这位母亲还没听到女儿的第一声啼哭就去世了。

蒂齐亚诺随后也绝望地赶到。他站在玻璃后面，眼睁睁地看着自己深爱的女人心脏骤停，婴儿的哭声响彻手术室，如同残酷的侮辱。他低声咒骂着自己没能亲临现场，也咒骂着婴儿被救活，却害死了他一生的挚爱。

“很抱歉，先生。我们不知道发生了什么事；一切都很好，突然就发生了这样的事情，”负责朱莉安娜治疗的医生无法从医学上解释发生了什么；检查结果也没有显示任何结果。

“你真是个没用的白痴！我要杀了你！因为你救的是她，而不是我老婆！救的是我的老婆，不是那个该死的杂种！”他怒火中烧，冲进去抱住了亡妻的尸体。他把她紧紧地贴在身上，泪流满面；他紧紧地抱着她，却怎么也叫不醒她。他吻了她，尽管她依然冰冷无力。那一天，至少他的一部分也和她一起死去了。

从那个决定性的夜晚开始，吉内芙拉就不再是女儿了：她成了死亡的残酷提醒，成了那场令她父亲心碎的悲剧的无声罪魁祸首。对他来说，女孩的每一次心跳，都如同妻子最后一口气的回响。

那天晚上，他没带女孩回家。第二天，男人们把她带了回来。她由仆人照顾；他不在乎她吃不吃。他梦见妻子得救了，而那个被他称为“后代”的女儿却死了。

他专注于生意，并通过与埃莉诺拉同床共枕来排解心中的痛苦。这让她怀孕了，妻子去世一年后，他的新女儿出生了。他不得不把埃莉诺拉接来一起生活，娶她为妻。这对小吉内芙拉来说只是地狱的开始；至少他尊重了她母亲为她取的名字。

Eight years have passed since that fateful night, when an innocent angel was left without her mother and earned the contempt of her father.

The Marconetti mansion has become a silent mausoleum, decorated with ghosts that no one sees, except Ginevra.

Tiziano barely looks at her; when he does, it is only to remind her that she should not exist.

Eleonora avoids her during the day, but at night she makes sure to make it clear that she is not welcome.

The girl, with her dark hair and eyes the same color as her mother's, spends hours in the garden, waiting for someone to approach and look at her, waiting for an "I love you" that never comes. The only affection she knows is that of the lady who takes care of her and who tells her how wonderful her mother was.

Sometimes the little girl talks to a broken doll, the only inheritance from her mother. Her nanny gave it to her and she has managed to hide it from Eleonora; that woman cannot tolerate anything that brings the memory of her mother to the present.

"Mom, do you think he will ever love me?" she asks every night before going to sleep, but no one answers. The cold doll only observes her as what she is: a lifeless object.

Every smile, every kind gesture, every celebration is for her little sister Elena, who is like the light in that house.

Both little girls go to school, but only the achievements of little Nora are noticed; Ginevra is a zero on the left in that house.

Today is very important: the school where both minors study celebrates Father's Day. The teachers of each girl have organized an activity for each student to create a card for their parents; they have also been invited to see their daughters recite poems.

The letter that Elena prepared is very beautiful; she filled it with glitter. The girl stood up surprised to see her father enter with a huge bouquet of flowers for her.

"Daddy... You came," the little girl shouts, full of emotion. Her father is her hero and having him that day is very important to her.

Her mother accompanies him, radiant as always, in an elegant suit; they are the perfect family, at least in the curious eyes of society.

"My sweet girl, of course I came, I wouldn't miss it for anything," he puts his strong arms around her and kisses her head. That special moment that every girl longs for, she enjoys it.

At the end of the activity, he decides to leave without looking back; there is nothing else in that place that stops him...

Meanwhile, in little Ginevra's room, she is set apart in a corner, with red eyes.

"Another year that he didn't come," she murmurs, looking at her doll and drying her mischievous tears.

She decides to observe the window and manages to see him leave with his wife, who is carrying her sister Elena in her arms. She squeezes her eyes while in her head she reproaches whoever can hear her for why she cannot receive a small part of the affection that belongs to her sister.

Later, the taunts are not long in coming; everyone thinks that she is the maid in that house or the daughter of a slip-up. The little girl just lowers her gaze and walks away from everyone so as not to cry in public, although it is difficult.

"Your father, the driver, couldn't come today?" one of the children mocks.

"He must have been taking the Marconetti family and they didn't give him permission," says another spoiled and hateful girl, bursting into laughter.

"My mom says that she is the daughter of a slut and that, since the lady of the house doesn't love her..." continues another little girl who is next to the attackers.

Ginevra cannot stand the taunts and walks away from everyone. She walks until she reaches the bottom of the stairs, her favorite place to hide.

She stays there until she stops hearing the voices of the little ones; then she allows herself to cry in silence. Then she dries her tears and comes out again. By that time it is already time to leave, and she goes to where they pick her up daily.

"Good afternoon, Miss Ginevra. How was your day?" the driver asks with a smile when the door closes and the car starts. He knows everything that the little girl suffers and, since he knew her mother, he doesn't like how they treat her.

"The same as always... Dad didn't come to my act," her eyes fill with tears and a knot pierces her throat. "Can you tell me why he hates me so much? I didn't ask to be born," her tender and low voice makes the man's heart crumple like paper. A pang in his chest forces him to look away so as not to continue seeing the suffering of that little angel.

"You know what? I met your mother and she said something very true," the man begins, looking through the rearview mirror.

"It doesn't matter who loves us if we do," the girl looks up and smiles.

"What was she like?" Her little eyes shine with emotion. The driver straightens up and sighs.

"She... She was intelligent, a dreamer, but she also had a very strong character..." he lets out a little laugh. "When your mother got upset, even your father ran. She had a motto:"A betrayal is never forgiven"."

Little Ginevra nods, wipes her tears and no longer feels so bad now that she has heard more about her mother.

Once they arrive at the mansion, the girl gets out happy. Even if he didn't go, she will give him her gift. She directs her steps to where she hears voices, in the living room, and runs towards her father, hugging his leg.

"Dad, Happy Father's Day. Look what I made you," she stretches out her hands with the beautiful present that she made herself.

Tiziano removes her from his body with his strong arms, and a wrinkle furrows his forehead. Just seeing her, everything churns inside him and he shouts at her:

"What dad? I'm tired of telling you that it's"Mr. Tiziano Marconetti"for you," he crumples the letter with an expression of disgust. That breaks the little girl's heart. Immediately she lowers her face and nods.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tiziano," her stepmother and half-sister laugh, and she runs to lock herself in her room, completely devastated.

Ginevra's life only gets worse with the passing years; that little doll remains her only company. Her nanny passes away when she turns fourteen, and her life becomes increasingly sad, although not everything is bad: she has the support of the driver, with whom she can at least talk.

Today was an important day at the Marconetti mansion, as her younger sister, her father's apple of his eye, Elena, was turning sixteen. No one ever remembers Ginevra's birthdays; her nanny, before dying, always secretly brought her a cake. Now only the driver remembers, giving her a bracelet on each birthday. At first, he made them himself, then he started buying them, and she has several: gold, silver... he always tries to make them different from each other.

That man has taught her a lot; he tells her about how women behave in the mafia, although she doesn't like that part, because he tells her that women are simply a deal to close or unite families and have babies, or "heirs," as they usually call them. She doesn't want that for her life: she wants to be the leader of the mafia, because by law it would be her turn as the eldest. Although she is not very sure of receiving it, because her father detests her and she cannot imagine that he would be able to give his precious mafia to her.

The young Ginevra turns around in her beautiful black dress: it is sober, short-sleeved, and with a round neckline. She doesn't need to dress in an exaggerated way to stand out; by itself, her jet-black hair and unique-colored eyes make all eyes fall on her. Her sister is very different: although her skin is as fair as hers, her hair is not; her hair is blonde like wheat, and her eyes are an intense green. She looks nothing like her, luckily. She is a little thinner, although she is almost the same height as Ginevra. She usually wears short dresses with large necklines, and her makeup should always stand out. Every time the two are in the same place, Elena tries to overshadow her older sister so that she does not shine, and as Ginevra is used to rejection, she does not give it importance.

The young woman goes out to the living room and scans with her eyes, looking for the only person she is interested in in that place: his name is Matteo Caruso. He is her father's right hand; despite being only twenty-six years old, he is calculating and one of the best shooters her father has. Or at least, she sees him as the most perfect being that has ever walked the earth.

Upon meeting those beautiful sea-green eyes, her heart accelerates, her hands begin to sweat, and she looks down so that no one notices her blush, which, as she is so fair, is easy to recognize.

The man looks at her for a moment, gets lost in her eyes, and then looks away. She shakes her head subtly so that no one notices. He would never notice me. What could he see in a person like me? she thinks.

Matteo walks away from that place until he hears his sister's shrill voice, who throws herself into his arms when she sees him. He kisses her on the forehead and puts her back on the ground. Ginevra must get out of there quickly because it is so uncomfortable for her.

She knows that Elena likes Matteo, but she will not give up: when she is old enough for that, she will try to conquer him, because she is determined that he will be the only thing that her sister will not take away from her in life.

Matteo suddenly approaches her when it is eleven o'clock at night. She begins to tremble, she feels the color drain from her face, and she doesn't know where to look.

"How are you, little one?" he says to her. "Could you give me a dance tonight?"

The young woman's mouth opens slightly, and her chest accelerates. She tries to pronounce a word, but what comes out is a distorted murmur. She smiles nervously and then breathes to be able to respond.

"Me?" she scolds herself mentally when she sounds so pathetic. "Obviously me... right... it's me you're talking to... well... yes."

He offers her his hand, and they begin to dance. This is something that two pairs of eyes cannot conceive: Eleonora has her eyes narrowed towards the dance floor, and little Elena squeezes her mother's arm, digging her nails in.

"Mom, look at that stupid girl who she's dancing with," says Elena.

Her mother smiles and pats her hand.

"Dissemble and don't make a scene. Don't worry: we'll get even with her during the week."

The little blonde smiles maliciously and, unable to bear it any longer, breaks one of the straps holding up her dress. She passes near the couple on the dance floor, trips over a waiter on purpose, and screams when a little of her chest is exposed.

"What did you do, stupid?!" she shouts, and starts to cry.

Of course, Matteo goes after her. Ginevra has no choice but to get away from there. She knew that was going to happen; in fact, it had taken too long.

When everything is over, her younger sister, along with her mother, approach her to warn her to stay away from Matteo because she is "not old enough for those things." The poor girl says nothing; simply, as always, she goes to her room to cry. She talks to her doll, asking her when the time will come when those women will pay for what they do to her.