Hiding the Billionaire Mafia's Twin.

I was looking out the glass window, sitting on the bed with my phone to my ears, talking to my very best childhood sweetheart, Dante. I felt my heart melt with ease.

"Dante, so you missed your first flight?" I murmured, feeling a bit disappointed about my plan.

"Yeah, Fiorella, not to worry because I've already booked a ticket for the next flight. I'll be there tonight. Ok? Just wait for me," I nodded and hung up.

My dear Dante, how much I've missed you. I felt my heartbeat dance to my happy beat. There is no one except Laura that will believe that I am still a virgin after six years of relationship with Dante. I am just so excited about giving it all up to him Tonight in this same suite, at this same bed he Normally sleeps in the hotel.

Today I'll finally have the courage to give myself to him as a welcome-back gift. I smiled, looking at my glowing skin in the mirror with the toning of my pink nightgown that exposes my body, reaching to my thighs. My eye diverted to the wine bottle at the table.

I purposely choose this particular wine to keep me up in the mood. But I still need to wash down my sorrows with it till then. I popped it open and drank right from the bottle. If mom is here, she'll call my act an ill-mannered act, but who cares? I am alone in Dante's hotel room, washing my soul to be defiled by the pleasantries of sin itself.

"God knows when the sun will rise again," I voiced out, feeling tipsy after shutting down an entire bottle of Italian wine, the neatest and the freshest. I slowly lay down on the bed as the wine mixed with the blood inside my body, finally quenching me fully on the bed.

-

He was walking like a lion to the lady at the desk front. All eyes were on him: his big black coated suit, his moonlike ocean blue eyes.

"Excuse me," his hoarse voice noted. "Suite 206, please,"

The desk lady bows to him immediately. He stops at her front. With fright in her, she hurriedly gives out the suite key. "Here you go, room 206,"

"It seems our boss's charms are even greater than before since he arrived from the states." His two bodyguards gossiped between themselves.

"Thank you!" He collected the key and then walked away. Immediately he left, the desk lady started to write down on her logbook, then she realized she had messed up her carrier. She gave out the key for suite 207 instead of suite 206 and immediately realized she was doomed for real. She trembled in fear, not knowing if to meet the man or report to the manager of her great mistake that could end her carrier.

It's already too late for her, She thought. He opened the door and saw a half-naked lady sleeping on his king-size bed. He exhaled.

"Another woman sent to quench my desire, and she even fell asleep waiting for me," He closed the door, removing his coat and then unknotting his tie when his eyes landed on her panties and bra on the floor He looks in disgust.

"At least, Shawnte could have found someone with better habits," he rolled his eyes.

"I need to take a warm bath," he exclaimed, walking into the bathroom naked.

A few minutes later, he walks out with a bare body and a pair of boxers as he wipes his hair dry with a towel. He slowly climbs the bed then Fiorella turns, still asleep. He grabbed his arms to comfort her, and then she realized someone was on the bed with her.

"Dante..." she murmured, looking weak and drunk as hell.

He smiled at her, "so this is how u planned to welcome me? How coquettish of you, my dear," he smirked.

"My dear Dante..." she called again. He turns her over and flips on top of her. She smells nice and yet drunk. He slowly removed the tiny pieces that covered her chest barely. She struggled to push him away and even bit his chest, but he was too strong for her.

"You're indeed a wildcat!" He smirks at her drunken state. He kisses her whole and caresses her body, slowly making her give in to his warm and gentle touch.

–

Tuesday morning

| 8:30 Am|

The landline rings, waking Fiorella up. She sluggishly crawls on the bed to the edge of where the phone is located; she picks it up.

"Hello..."

"Sorry for the disturbance. I am the hotel manager and want to confirm a slight suite mistake. Are you Ms. Evette in Suite 207?"

"Yes, I am..." she soberly speaks.

" is there anything the matter, Sir?" He cleared his throat.

"Ahem, not... not Ms, I just wanted to clear something up, but since you are good, I won't disturb you again. Thank you very much. Goodbye, Ms. Evette." She drops the phone.

"Strange..." she gasped. She tried to get up, but she felt sour under.

"What is happening to me? Why do I feel so sour down my CoOchie?" She turns, then her eyes land on a pile of clean, untouched yet banded money and a picture of her and the man she dreams of having mad s*x with.

"This money.... last night...." her eyes wide open as she tries and flashes back to last night's dream.

"In the dream, there seems to be my Dante Mancini, and we did the deed. Is Dante back? Did he arrive last night? But it's impossible, and he knew nothing about me checking in into his favorite suite."

She grabbed her phone to call, and then she saw a text message from Dante.

I'm sorry, my lovely Fiorella, I don't think I can be early to see you. The flight I took had an issue, but still, I will be on it tonight, but I won't see you right away. See you tomorrow, my love.

Yours truly Dante x

Her whole world shattered. "It's was not my Dante who I did the deed with last night... oh my God, which is that... who the hell is that useless good-for-nothing man...?" She cringed in fear mixed with anger.

She got up and refreshed herself, and she washed the bedspread that was stained with her innocence. She gathered her things and walked out to the counter angrily.

"Miss, who did you check into my room last night? Who the hell checked in?" She yelled angrily at the lady. She flinched.

"Ms. Evette, you were the only guest checking into Suite 207 last night. Maybe you've requested special service and forgot about it!" Her eyes open in more anger.

"What? Special service, you say? What do you mean? I never requested special service!" The manager was watching behind the stairs from his office. As he watches the mess the Laliah girl he fired yesterday caused.

"Manager, what should we do now?" His assistant questions him. He groans in anger.

"We have to find a way to quiet this down. I've fired yesterday's counter girl, she mistakenly gave out the Room 207 suite key to Mr. Denaro instead of Room 206, and it's like he slept with her. He must have thought she was a woman Shawnte arranged for him as usual. If Mr. Denaro knows about this and pulls back the fund, we'll be screwed for sure."

A few minutes later, Fiorella walks out with tears in her eyes. Her phone rings, she slowly picks up, and it is Dante. She cleared her throat.

"Hello, Dante..."

"Where are you? I just got off the plane. Wait for me; I will have the driver pick you up..." his voice alone sends a pile of guilt to her heart.

"Dante..." she slowly calls out, holding in her tears.

"Fiorella? What is it? Are you okay? Where are you?" She fakes a smile.

"No...No, I am good; they are too many people out there now; let us meet at the blossom tree at your home, near the pool, remember?"

"Yeah...yeah," he sounded excited.

"That was our favorite spot; how would I forget that place? So we are meeting there; I miss you, Fiorella..."

The word... I miss you. It sends a bag of shame to my ego. "I... I miss you too, Dante!" She burst out the tears she had been trying to hold in her.

Dante giggles on the phone. "You're still so naive and stupid; why are you still that silly girl I have always known? We'll see each other soon, okay? I didn't die. I said we see each other, so don't cry. I love you, my beautiful damsel." He hangs up.

"Dante..." the name came out in a tiny whisper as tears took over the show. - Mr. Lorenzo Ricci is a fifty-year-old healthy man. He has been working for the Mancini all his life, and he cherishes Dante so much as if he's his son. He's the driver who carries Dante around. He turns to look at Dante.

"Young Master Mancini, you've been away for so long. Fiorella must have grown to be even more beautiful!" He smiles, the type that reflects on his wrinkled face.

"She has always been pretty since childhood. I've been gone for five years, and I miss her now."

Dante turns to Ricci with an easy face. "Uncle Ricci, please drive faster." He sneered.

Fiorella's POV

"Mamma?" I called with a sad face, looking at my mom, who I had just gained her attention from working on dying clothes she sells.

"Fiore," She called with wide eyes. "Didn't you go to pick Dante? Why didn't you come back home last night?" She furrows her eyes at me. "No matter the issue you had, I've told you before, despite you being engaged, you're still a girl you need to respect and adore yourself,"

"Mamma, nothing happened between Dante and me," I manage to voice out.

"Good. You know that the Mancini family is powerful. We can't be compared to them. We should not do anything that will let them look down on us," She stared beautifully at me.

"Mamma?" I called, looking away from her eyes.

"Yes, Mia Cara," She responded.

"Do I have to get married to Dante?"

With wide, shocked eyes, she looks at me. "Don't you like him a lot? Don't you love him anymore? When you were both little, you used to follow him around," She explained.

"But, Mamma, I...I just rounded up my Ph.D. degree. I want to work and earn money on my own for three years or help you grow your tie and dye selling clothes business...I-"

"Foolish girl. Don't you know that a girl has to get married? Later, we attend the homecoming banquet party of the Mancini son. We have 1 hour and 30 minutes left, take a shower, and I'll dress you up, okay? Mia Cara,"

"Okay, Mamma, but after I dress up, I need to see someone later, before the homecoming party," I voiced to Mamma, and she nodded in approval.

A few minutes later, I got dressed up for the party. A white body-hugged knee-length gown, short stiletto blue heels, and my hair in a bridal style. No makeup, just my regular everyday face.

"Fiorella..."

I turn at the sound of my name from a familiar yet hoarse voice. I see Dante running towards me under the blossom tree where we agreed to meet. 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. My mom and I lived with them in their mansion for nineteen years before we moved out, but at that time, she worked for them but not anymore.

He wore a body-hugged white suit that even his masculine body reflected on them. His brown beddy hair and his beautiful smile and brown eyes. Dante Mancini, son of a family of wealth, smiles at a local girl whose mother sells handmade clothes in the mall.

"Naive girl, I have missed you so much," He runs closer to me and picks me up from the ground.

"Dante..." I whisper as the guilt of what happened two days ago in the hotel comes back at me.

He pulls away with a confused face. "What is with you, Fiorella? You look so distracted. Or ain't you happy to see me?" He asked.

I turn my guilty eyes away from him, looking sad. "Dante...two days ago was valentine's; I wanted to spend it with you, but you didn't come...I didn't sleep well the night before this. So now, I'm a little bit absent-minded today, I'm sorry, and I'm so excited to see you,"

"Okay then, I'm sorry about that, my flight was delayed, that's why. I'll take you out tomorrow before we get married. Don't you agree?" He asked, his innocent eyes remaining the same as when we were kids.

"Dante?" I called, looking excited.

He was still carrying me bridal style, looking so excited. "At my homecoming party tonight, My father will give out his honor to me to take over the family company-The Mancini limited liability Company, and also announce our engagement. Our wedding will be held in two months!" He looks solely at me with desirable eyes.

"Our wedding night, my bride," He grins. "I've looked forward to it since we were Ten but now. I'm a grown-up twenty-five years old, and you're twenty-four, and still, yet, I've you here in my arms."

Dante will always remain cocky outside, being Noble.

"Dante...stop it, you're scaring me." I joke; the type I knew was not down from my heart. I sinned against him. I gave out the most precious gift that he had ever wanted to a stranger.

I'm so doomed. What if he hates me?

_

An hour later, we arrived at the entrance of the Mancini vast building. It was all lighted up with bright designs and decorations. I sat down closer to Dante, who held my hand under the table with a great smile on his face. Everyone looks from me to him, some with happy faces, some with disgusted faces.

Dante's father, Greco Mancini, got hold of the microphone as he walked to the middle of the vast pathway. He smiles. Greco Mancini 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 money. He's a scary man, but right here and now, the dangerous man looks clean and excited about his son's arrival after five years.

Dante left for America at twenty to learn more about his father and other companies outside of Italy. He left for five years, and now he's back looking more handsome than ever, and now I can see preying eyes on him; all daughters of Jezebel are here, both upper class, middle class, and lower class are present here to celebrate his son's success.

"I'm very appreciative to you all for being here to join me in celebrating my son's homecoming. I'm excited to announce that my only son, Dante Mancini, will be taking over Mancini's limited liability company, both big, small, and oncoming companies. I hope you can support us as you've always had," He smiles, exposing too much of his wrinkles.

He continues. "Meanwhile, there is another thing that I need to also announce to you all today. A Few only knew about my son's engagement party six years ago when he was nineteen years old before he traveled out," He said.

Hearing this, some were shocked by the past announcement. Some turned to look at our table; whispering and murmuring took place to some that just found out about it. I felt too small at the eyes that were piercing me.

"Who is that unlucky bitch?" A lady who looked so upper class whispered at the other table beside ours.

"I dare she is a poor street rat,"

"Lady Imelda, how can the strict master Mancini allow a poor street rat to get married into the Mancini family?" another voice said.

"I don't care, yet I care to know who that girl is. For goodness sake, Lady Adelina, we're the top richest in the upper class. I've been preying on the young master since I was sixteen, but now he's already engaged, and I don't know about that?" The anger was evident in her voice.

"I, Thalia Risotto, will forever don't get an eye for my same class; I like my boys middle class and poor. You see, that's 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 for the excellent pick. Rich or poor, we will all still be buried on the ground; I reckon she will make a perfect bride,"

Hearing this Lady Thalia's voice, I felt a sip of relief in me that, to an extent, somebody supported me without knowing I was the poor bitch. The girl whose mother is a tie-and-dye clothes seller-the woman who watched Dante grow.

"January 15 will be the wedding ceremony of my son and Fiorella Evette. The granddaughter of our old family friend, Caeser Evette, and also her mother, Ginvera Evette, was the one that took care of my son since he was little. I hope you can all come to the wedding ceremony!"

Master Greco Mancini gestured for Dante and me to come out, which we did. Instantly, all eyes were on us as Dante held my arm to walk out with me.

"Fiorella Evette? Isn't she the daughter of the nanny who cared for Dante when he was little? She is the lady's daughter," said a lady by the left.

"The granddaughter of Caeser Evette is wonderful, beautiful, and chaste; who is she? Is she from the upper-upper class? Because I've never heard of her family before," A man voiced out with a stunning face.

Then, the voice of another hater was heard. The mockery was so evident in their voice. They were loud enough for me and Dante to hear.

"She, a lower class of the button. Beauty is nobody. She is just a girl after the wealth of the young master. If it were not for her, grandpa once saved the life of the young master of the Mancini family. With her background, she could never marry her way into this wealthy, famous family, like the one of the Mancini." the older woman hissed with a laugh.

"I was just wondering how they could get married. So this is the story I held about Evette. They don't know when her mother gave birth to her. Her mother was still in school, and she was just twenty-one when she gave birth to her. So I heard," The younger girl giggled.

With this, I felt my feet turn into jelly. Instantly, Dante pulls me closer to him... DANTE... I called in my thought as he knew what I was feeling.

"I need to reengage you again, in the presence of this badminton," He frowns as he walks down to his father and whispers something into his ears, then his father nods with a smile.

"Young master Mancini is very handsome; he's so fine, which he's mine to handle. She's so lucky to have such a man," A younger female said thoughtfully.

"Attention everybody, my son here has something to show you all," GrandMaster Mancini said. He made a hand gesture as Dante brought out another ring since I was not wearing the one he had given me.

He knees down. "Fiorella, this was one of the reasons I missed my flight two days ago because I was waiting for the ring to be done with. I designed this myself in my father's company in America; you know, diamonds, gold, coils, etc., are our field; that's what our company makes. I hope you can all be a witness to this today?" Dante voiced out with the microphone for everyone to hear.

With one knee up, one knee down, he brought up the ring to my face level that looked down at him. "Fiorella Cora Evette. Will you marry me? Will you be my wife till death do us path? And let me be your protection for eternity?"

I feel that my heart will explode. He's so delicate and so lovely and so wonderful. Who would believe that a low class would marry an upper-class fine man, the finest in his field?

"Woah, the Young Master is so genuine; he might love her so much to go to their extreme," The ladies that wished me well smiled in awe.

"I do," my voice came out so shaky.

He got up with the gesture of my hand as he kissed me in the presence of everyone. He parted from the kiss. "I love you so much, Fiorella,"

"Thank you for all you do, Dante; I love you more," I whispered as tears dropped from my eyes. "Dante...but I-"

"I love you, don't say," He hushed me with another kiss.

I felt so disgusted with myself and that useless stranger. Oh my God, what have I done? What has Dante done to deserve this from me?

Everyone claps as he grabs my arm with a simple smile.

One Month later.

Fiorella's pov

"My lady, are you okay with this dress? It seems so tight!" The lady that was dressing me up noticed.

"It's tight," I manage to breathe out.

"How can that be? I had this dress made for you." Dante sneered.

I probed my mouth like a child. "Can it be that I've gained so much weight? Over the past months?"

Dante giggles. "Fiore, I'll be playing basketball with my friends from New York; one of them is Italian but grew up in New York. Let's go together,"

"Yes, Dante. But who are these companions?" I asked, looking puzzled at Dante because he has never mentioned anything about any friend from American that is also an Italian.

"He was my senior back in New York. He's a legendary business mentor. I didn't tell him the exact time, though, but I decided to take you here early. This is my father's basketball courtroom," Dante smiled.

"You should have allowed me to stay home a bit more; I'm so tired and hungry too," I pout my lips.

"You're hungry?" he looks shocked at me. "But you ate a lot at home," He added. He walks closer to hold me. "Anyways, we can enjoy this few hours to ourselves. Let's go and eat," He winks at me.

"Yey, I'm so happy; thank you a lot, Dante," I giggled.

A few minutes later, we placed our order at his family restaurant closer to the courthouse. We order red wine and a beef sandwich. I looked at the food in disgust.

"Can I get something else?" I frown.

"What is it? Why? But you liked the beef sandwich since we were little; why are you looking so disgusted by it now?" Dante furrows his eyebrow, still surprised at my word of hate. "Open your mouth; you'll like it, remember my mamma used to make them when we were little," He reinforced.

By the smell of the beef, I felt a pool of disgust switch in on me. I felt nausea and also felt like vomiting. "Take this shit away from-" I gulp as a saucy liquid forms in my throat.

"What's wrong? Fiorella..." Dante immediately called, looking worried at me.

I started throwing up on the floor, I couldn't help it, neither could I hold it in any longer.

"My lady, are you okay?" Her maid that follows them around looked afraid at her actions.

"There are medical services at the basketball courtroom; how can I carry you there, my lady?" She sounds worried. Dante was looking so confused, not knowing what to do or what to say.

"No need for that," I wipe the drool off my lips with my handkerchief. "I'm just feeling slight nausea after perceiving the beef in the sandwich. I'll be fine after I get some rest. Thanks, Lisa," I manage to smile at her.

She returned the smiling gesture. "Oh okay, it's perfectly normal; when I was pregnant with my second child, I would get sick even at the smell of food and delicacy that I loved the most," She tooth a grin.

Preg...Pregnant? No, this is impossible...how could I be so foolish? My eyes are shocked as my heartbeat accelerates. I turn away, looking terrified at Dante.

"Fiorella!" he exclaimed immediately ran out; he ran after me.

-

Where am I? I struggled to get up; I felt so heavy; I managed to open my eyes, but it stopped midway at the white wall. Everything in the room is all white.

"Where is this place?" I stuttered. I turn to look at my side to see my mamma looking out the window. "Mamma?" I struggled to call.

She slowly turns around with a peep of anger swirling in her eyes. "Whose child is it?" She asked.

Hearing this, I cringed, looking shocked at my mother's angry side. How will she believe me if I tell her that I don't know who it is? Will she believe me? I don't know who the father is. Should I tell her that when I woke up in the hotel room that I was alone?

"Ma, I don't know. I should've told you what happened the day I left to get Dante, but I was scared that you wouldn't believe me at all if I've told you. I don't know who that man is. I lodged at the hotel room that Dante always stays in when he is closed from school. I was expecting him that day, but he called that his flight was delayed. I felt sad, and I drank up the bottle of wine that I had prepared for us, but when I woke up in the morning, I felt so sore down my womanhood. I didn't know who that man was. I swear," I cried out in disbelief.

" Fiorella dear, why are you so naive?" She looks at me like the sinner that I am. She walks closer to me with a pitiful face as tears rush down her face. She holds my shoulders. "Dante will never accept this child. Get rid of this child right now, and you will be happy as you used to," She added.

"Get rid of the child?" I look disappointed in her.

"Dante said you both can still get married if you cut your ties with the child's father. He will accept the child, but you will still bore him his children too," My mother voiced out, trying to convince me.

"He...he did say so?" I stuttered in disbelieve. I burst out in tears. "Dante knows about it already? He knows now. He would never accept me again...nothing is going to be the same ever again,"

Immediately I raised my head. My eyes landed on a shocking figure. I cringed.

"Signora Mancini?" I stammered. "Mamma," I added.

"Signora Aria Mancini?" My mother said, looking puzzled at Dante's mother.

Signora Aria Mancini, a forty-three-year-old fashionista woman. The birth mother of Dante, she is a very vibrant politician and very well educated.

Still in shock. "You're not fit to call me that, Fiorella, if it were not for the good friendship with your late father and your still alive grandfather, do you think that you're fit to get married into the Mancini family? I didn't expect you to repeat the same mistake of life your mother made," She frowns in anger as she continues.

"Everybody knows that your mother, here, had you at an early age. As a teenager, she gave birth to you, and now she didn't even know who your real birth father is until now." She roars.

"Why did you say that about my Mamma?" I looked surprised at how Dante's mother could badmouth my mother right in her face.

Dante...it turns out that in your mind that my family is a low class. This is how your family sees my family.

Suddenly, that same girl that was saying trash about my mother and me a month ago walked in with a smirk on her face as she pats Dante's mother on her shoulders.

"It's okay, Aunty. It's a good thing that she was caught this early. Otherwise, Dante would have been nursing another man's child, and also he would've still treasured her and even raised the bastard child for her," She frowns.

Dante's mother turns to look at the lady. "Mira, from now on, I approve of you to be the new fiancé of Dante," She announced. With this, she smiled with a nod.

Zelmira Ancelotti, daughter of an upper-class politician family, a twenty-four-year-old cosmetic surgeon, model, and a spoilt brat. She's a family friend to the Mancini and has been eying Dante since childhood.

I get it now. My family is a laughingstock of the whole of Sicily. I get it now. I'm nobody, but how is that my fault?

I raised my head to see Dante staring sadly at me without a word. "Dante...We're done! We're over," I voiced out.

He looked shocked at me. He rushed up to me on the bed. He held my shoulders. He seems like a madman. He shook me to wake up from my dreams. "Why do you love him so much? I just left for five years, and you're already in love with someone else? Fiorella, what happened to the love you had for me?" He sniffs are tears drops from his eyes.

"I don't care about your betrayal of the past, as long as you stay with me and remain loyal from now on. We can still start over. We can still have our very own baby, my kids; I want them to have you as their mother," He talks faster, which is not his normal state.

"I'm so sorry, Dante. I'm not going to get rid of this child. I am the one that made this mistake, I was being too naive about everything, but as for this child that is inside of me, I can't get rid of it. If my mother had done the same with me, I wouldn't be here today; you would never have heard of me. Despite everything, my mother never gave up on me. Since I've given it life, I won't give myself the right to take its life away," I look down at the hand that I placed on my still yet flat stomach.

"Fiorella?" Dante whispered in a depressed state.

"Dante!" I called, looking up at him, who had tears running down his face. "if I tell you that...that I had never betrayed you, will you believe me?" I asked.

"Fiorella...I-" He stammered. He was looking so lost in my eyes.

"Will you believe me?"