5 "Documents"

Paolo was looking at me with an expressionless face. He came and sat in front of us on the couch. “Beronia will be doing fashion designing and in a few months she will inherit Carmenta, so I want you to design some dresses for her. I want you to design because the designs that Hestia left are already over.” He said while sipping the tea. I said mockingly, “so, you want me to design clothes for her and pave a way for her success?” He said while still sipping his tea, “yes, do have a problem with that? At least as a sister, you should do this.”

“What if I said no?” Still looking at the cup in my hands and sipping coffee.

He threw his cup and looked at me, “At least my daughter is doing what I like. Yet you're an unfilial daughter who doesn't respect her elders. What did you do after being a lawyer?”

Vlad looked at me. While looking at me, his eyes meant to say, “you didn't tell them? What a fool”. Paolo didn't know that I was a billionaire because I changed my name to Samara.

“So what if you earn thousands of hundreds? Still, a girl should be gentle and kind. You should learn from your younger sister. You should have done jobs like teacher or doctor yet here you are fighting everyone with that foul mouth of yours! Not only that, but you are also humiliating my name”.

Paolo was saying while showing his identity as my father. In his mind, a girl should be gentle only doing house chores. What a stereotypical guy!

Giulia stood behind, saying, “Darling, keep your calm. The doctor said you are not supposed to get angry or else you will increase your blood pressure.”

Giulia then looked at me and said with a look pretending to be a strict mother. She seemed like, she was giving teaching to her children out of concern, “Asteria, how could you anger your father to death just because of this small matter, hmm? Your father is right, you know you and dear Vladimir are acing your career and having a successful life? You even have a talent for designing dresses, right? And you also know that your little sister, Beronia is going to, inherit Carmenta as the heiress of the Testa family. Yet, she doesn't have much knowledge in fashion designing, so… why don't you design some dresses for her to have a kick-start in her life? Won't you earn some good karma with the help of this deed?”

I looked at them with a dark glint in my eyes and snickered.

“My my aren't you too eager to place me as your daughter's saviour? Let me make something clear, I. Don't. Have. A. Younger. Sister. Because my mother died when I was 8, and she's four years younger than me! Don't compare that ********** with me. And I don't even acknowledge you as my mother and father. And also, stop saying that I am humiliating you. Don't you know I have Salafia as my surname?” I said while gritting my teeth.

Paolo looked at me with shock. He shouted, “You unfilial girl! I gave you clothes and shelter and fed you food, yet here you are saying rubbish.”

Before I could retort, a voice came.

“Keep your voice down!” Vlad said while looking at him coldly.

Seeing Vlad's cold look, a shiver ran down Paolo's spine.

As I was going to continue what I was saying, a voice came, “Daddy, Mamma! Sono tornato!*”

It was Beronia's coquettish voice. She just came from college.

She came ran inside towards Paolo and Giulia and hugged them.

Then she looked towards us and was surprised. She then said with a gentle smile, “Big brother Vladimir, Big sister Asteria, you are also here? Come stai?”*

Her gentle pretentious nature could deceive anyone.

 I smiled mockingly and said, “Well, well aren't you a winner of the Oscar Award with that exceptional skills of yours in acting? And don't call us as your siblings, you are nothing more than a bastard child.” Her smiling face became frozen.

Her face became vulnerable. She seemed that she will cry any moment as her fake tears welled up in her eyes. One would naturally have a feeling to protect her.

“Sister Asteria, why are you angry with me? I haven't done anything! I only greeted you and big brother Vladimir!” She said in her pitiful crying voice.

Paolo couldn't see any more, so he pushed Beronia aside and came forwards to slap me. Before he could do anything, I stood up and grabbed his collar.

Then punched him in the jaw. “Oh amore, vuoi morire vero?”* I said while murderous aura excluding me. “TCH! In the business world, even the mighty billionaires need a thousand of guts to offend me yet here you are shouting and screaming? Do you think just because you are my father I would listen to all your commands, hmm?” I said with an evil smile. Then I shouted, “Anastasia Hawk, bring those documents!”

As soon as I shouted, Ana entered the villa. She was carrying the documents.

I took those documents from her hand and threw them on Paolo and Giulia's face.

“Before you start to imagine your fantasies, … kindly take a realisation of your reality.” As soon as I threw documents on their face. Paolo, who was fuming in the anger, picked it up. After flipping through some pages, his anger turned into a pale look. He looked at me with a horrified expression, “No…no, not… true, it's not true, you are scamming me! You are lying!”

Giulia also looked at him. She also got scared after looking at his reaction. She snatched the document and read it. Her expression also became horrified.

“No, it can't be… so many years of my hard work has failed…! Ah…” After saying that, she fainted. Beronia rushed towards her and caught her. “Mother! What happened?” She rushed towards the couch with Giulia and laid her down.

She also looked at the documents in Giulia's hand. As expected, her reaction was the same as her parents. She clenched her teeth and her hand. She looked at me while and saying with greeted teeth, “Why can't you watch me happy, huh? Do you know I dreamt this day for many years, yet you crushed them all…

I know you are just jealous of my abilities.”

How can a person be so narcissistic? She's just second to Allucard Death.

“Oh, darling…” sigh. I said to her with a worried expression, “you think too highly of yourself! I, the Samara Salafia, am jealous of you because of your abilities, huh? Just because you have a dumb brain, that doesn't mean everybody has psychological problems… They say our brains don’t stop developing until we reach 25; looks like yours stopped a bit early.”

Vlad, who was sitting on the side watching the whole drama like an entertainment show, suddenly spat out the coffee he was drinking after he heard what I said just now and started laughing.

Beronia also saw this, before she could retort, I continued, “Are all your friends this stupid as well? Maybe we can invite them over and, together, you’d constitute one working brain cell. You know, even the 0.01% of germs are afraid of contracting stupidity from you. You are lucky intelligence isn’t measured in negative numbers.”

Beronia's face became red with anger.

Paolo stood in front of me asking explanation for these documents.

“These are…”

1[Sono tornato: I am back.]

2[come stai?:  How are you?]

3[Oh amore, vuoi morire vero?: Oh love, you want to die don't you?]

To be continued

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