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The Rain~

Oh how I love the Rain~

Oh how I hate the Rain~

The Pitter-patter of the rain on the wet grass, the sweet earthly scent of the mud in the air, the sweetness of the splash of the raindrops on the water in the fountain and the artificial lake of the mansion, the beauty of red, black and white roses splattered by water droplets in meticulously placed rows and perfectly groomed manners.

The beauty of the Great Rossi Mansion was incomparable, unforgettable and ethereal. The mansion has been standing in its place since last fourty seven centuries. The ceramic walls of the mansion has witnessed so many wars, bloodshed, assassination and many murders. The only words to define it were "Hauntingly Beautiful To Be Forgotten". But I couldn't bring myself to love any of these last eighteen years. I, myself ponder on this question too. Sometimes, I think it is because of Her Or maybe it is because of my own jinxed existence. But I am not even the real Ruth Regina Rossi, so why the hell am I suffering her monstrously haunting fate.

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BANG

BANG

BANG

The gunshots ring inside the whole mansion as I stare down at him, wondering what is the reason for his untimely visit to this mansion.

"Marry Me."

I look at him with one eyebrow raised and nonchalantly lean down on the railing of the first floor balcony and piercingly gaze right back into those dark deep black eyes. Those Cold Black Eyes. Those Spine chilling cold black eyes. And still hold the look of disinterest in my own despite being interested very very much.

"I won't repeat myself, Little Rossi."

I can hear the threat in his voice and I nod, not because I am scared but because I am intrigued by this personality, whose face is covered by shadows but still there is a murderous gleam, a sadistic glint in his cold spine chilling black eyes.

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"I Did It."

I don't even flinch when I am pressed to the tree trunk with a harsh and really strong hold on my throat. I look up to see the cold black hate blazing with a different kind of heat, a kind of hunger taht a hunter feels when it tricks the wildest of the predators into his trap.

"Why?"

A simple question. But it makes me look back into the pieces of my brain and I still can't find any reason valid enough to give it to this man like monster in front of him.

I never thought that a single word would make me lose my control but there have been a lot of first timers this year, with him. So I can't reassure myself no matter what but I still steel my spine and hold his fierce gaze and reply.

"Because I wanted to."

And the grip around my neck tightens.

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~Rossi~

A widely known and well respected name in the Whole ITALY. Business, Charity, Arms dealing, Drug dealings, Illegal Weaponry deals, Human trafficking, Politics, Professors, Scientists, Medicine, Engineering, Name a profession and you will find a Rossi there. The family is widely spread all across the Globe and has a very Influential standing. Present in almost every single profession directly or indirectly, whether illegal or legal, doesn't matter. ALVARIO LUKE ROSSI, my great grandfather, had four wives and five children, four sons and one daughter. His Third Son aka my grandfather, AUGUSTEIUS MALVORN ROSSI, was given the place of the head at the tender age of twenty two, he was made the head of the entire Lineage, he only married one woman, since by the time he was born, more than one marriage was made illegal, The only child he ever had was my father, LINDEN LOUIS ROSSI, and I am his only daughter, RUTH REGINA ROSSI. My father was made the head at the age of nineteen and he ruled the bloodline for a decade before I was born and he sacrificed his life for me and my grandfather took back the position of the head, since no one was capable to hold the family together and the people who were capable didn't want the seat.

I am now eighteen years old. My great grandfather is still alive and is currently very healthy.

The ROSSI Bloodline was said to be blessed by the Gods during the Seventeenth and Eighteenth century. With our naturally white hairs and sparkling golden eyes, we looked closer to Gods than to human beings. My Great Grandmother REGINA LIGHT ROSSI, was my great grandfather's last and youngest wife, she was nine years younger than him, a timless beauty who still shines brighter than most women half her age, with blonde hairs and grey which faded into blue eyes, she could win anyone over by just a single glance, my grandfather inherited her eyes. My father looked exactly like a carbon copy of my great grandfather with exactly same facial features, and exactly same habits atleast that's what others say, so it was obvious that he would become an all time favorite child and that is also the reason why even the Ruthless and unfeeling Alvario Luke Rossi, cried at his funeral. And although I resemble my father almost way too perfectly, which means that I resemble my great grandfather way too perfectly too, I would still never be the favorite child and will always be hated for my resemblance to my father, because apparently according to everyone it brings back old wounds for them. And that is also the reason why I always keep my ahirs dyed black, another is to pay a tribute to her.

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ROME, ITALY

Tapping my heels on the floor, I wait for my cousin to arrive. He is always late even for important things, I turn around to see my reflection in the Floor to Ceiling Mirror wall. Petite body but firm muscles, taller height than average female height, sharp cat eus with signature golden eyeballs of the Rossi's, full rosy red lips, black dyed hair tied in a tight ponytail which falls on my waist, a black long sleeveless dress, paried with crystal highless of Jimmy Choo, who doesn't love wearing heels, matcehd with long crystal earrings that reflect light and last but not least, no sacrs. Oh the wonders of the plastic surgery. I turn around as I hear a man walking towards me and when I look at him closely, I am disgusted by his choice of clothes, seriously a Light blue three piece suit.

I was not surprised by his choice, he always likes to be in trouble

he just looks at me in turn and syas nothing but gives me a mischievous wink

He shrugs nonchalantly, he literally has the audacity to shrug nonchalantly. looking me straight in the eye, he asks me to challenge him with those stupidly beautiful eyes of his, but if I do it right now, then I will have to hear the tantrums of the whole family and I am sure he is going to love seeing me in trouble since he is always such a big sucker for the drama, but sorry, my darling cousin, no drama today. I start waking towards the main ceremony hall without waiting for him to follow because I know that he will follow, because he always does.

His playful voice reaches me, of course he is neither sad nor happy at all. What a dangerously sly psychopath.

His voice comes by my right and I am not surprised that he caught up with me, since he has those extremely tall legs, but the playful glint in his voice makes me want to look at him to see his expression instead of scanning my surroundings for any potential threats

and not that stupid nickname again

mimicking his tone is the best thing that I do but it makes him even more enthusiastic

The fucker loves it when I play his game with his rules

I twirl and look at him as he swings a little in surprise

he continues in a childish tone

Oh and did I forget to mention that the deceased is my paternal cousin MERCILLIA ALEX ROSSI or if I properly say her name then it is Mrs. MERCILLIA ALEX ROSSI DUSKBRONE, wife of KYRELL ASHER DUSKBRONE, the current Mafia King, who is just eighteen and was crowned the King when he was just twelve and my sweet cousin was his lover whom he hid from the whole world and later they got married, just two months ago.

I nod politely to others who offer me greetings as I enter the beautifully decorated hall, which makes me rethink if I entered the wrong place, because this place looks like it's prepared for a marriage in medival times and is certainly not fit for a funeral

my cousin nods at his own words, too busy to even pay attention our surroundings and greet the people

I make an attempt to change the topic and sweep over the crowd of prefectly dressed people, everyone that sees us is disappointed in his choice of clothes and my choice of partner for such an important event, but no one can say anything to us because we are ROSSIS and there are many consequences for messing with a ROSSI.

his voice softnes with a hint of care and love induced in it

I try to act nonchalant and speak up to him. There is a thing about Rossi's that no one knows, none in the Rossi family is a good parent, not even the ones who put on the face of a really caring and loving parent, it's all just a facade. Everyone neglects their children and push them away when they try to get close, because emotions are a weakness, they affect the standing of a family in the social circle and we, Rossi's are either born without them or taught to live while hiding them. How much I hate my origins. Every Child deserves parents but not every Parent deserves a Child. And we, Rossis are one of those people who don't deserve children.

The hint of care in his voice doesn't goes unnoticed but it sure does goes unreciprocated.

I look across the room, over the people dressed in black, some faking their sympathies and condolences while others don't even try to hide their expressions and show their pleasure balantly on their faces. I walk over to the dais and pay my respects to my dead cousin, whose head was detached last night, but currently it is stitched with her body almost perfectly. I look over at the casket which was made of Glass instead of wood and flowers were set as a bed on which her beautiful dead body was lying limp.

I bend to the casket level and whisper to her

Then I stand up and see my grand uncle Alvin Daemon Rossi crying silently while looking over at his beautiful granddaughter Mericillia

Don't laugh! Don't laugh! Ruth Don't laugh! You shouldn't laugh right now!

I remind myself, waiting for Elijah to come over so that we can pay our fake sympathy to her family.

In the mean time, he walks over to me and stands beside me, he can sense my feelings, he fucking can. I know this. He knows this. We both know this.

Angel? my foot.

If I didn't know him any better then I would've been fooled by his Oscar worthy acting.

Alvin Rossi just nods at his words, unable to form any words since his beloved granddaughter died.

All this love just for a foolish Granddaughter and All the ignorance for his worthy daughter. What a fool he is?

I mentally rewind my perfect speech that I have prepared for this day by my own precious hands, my own beautiful mind. I know that the bitch doesn't deserve it but still, Formality is Formality.

Shock is written all over his face and Elijah is a bit stunned to be nonchalant.

The expression on his face tells me that he is not even a single bit appeased by my words, but who gives a fuck, he shouldn't have provoked me by his words. Stop laughing el, otherwise I will laugh too.

turning away from him, I turn to the exit. By the instructions that I was given by the head of the family this morning, I had to interact at least with seventeen people and should've given my condolences to every single member of her family, both her own and her marital house.

But who gives a fuck about her? Not me. who gives a fuck about The Rossi's? Not me for sure. who gives a fuck about her family? Not fucking me.

I don't stop but I slow down my pace for him to approach me before I cross the exit. Looking around my surroundings, I come to a stop at the cold black piercing gaze already staring at me, Those spine-chilling Cold black eyes. The black that is even darker than the dress that I am wearing.

But I don't stop even at them

because right now I need to get out from this place, this suffocating place.

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~Stay Tuned~

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Six Months Before The funeral

The Hall of the old mansion was filled with all the members of the Rossi Family, all the children, adults and elderly people were standing, looking up at the man who was the Current head and held the most power in the White Snakes. The man who was a storm which couldn't be withheld, The man whose desicions could never be questioned, The man who was heartless, cruel and ruthless, The man, The GODFATHER of the Underworld. AUGUSTIEUS MALVORN ROSSI

after his words were over everyone formed small groups with each other to discuss which team they were in, but only one person stood alone. She knew which team she was in stataistically

*after sometime*

YES

all shout in unison

I start walking behind him, as everyone starts moving towards the exit door

Jennifer?

You mean Jennifer Aster Rossi

My paternal aunt Jennifer Aster Rossi

My father's only sister Jennifer Aster Rossi

My late aunt Jennifer. whose records were burnt because she married a common man

My aunt who became a distant memory

My aunt who became a curse

My aunt who was never spoken off

All because she liked a boy

A boy who was the best for her but also the worst

because he had no money

no money

but he had a very big heart

a heart big enough to keep everyone in it

she left her home for that man

the only woman in the whole family born with black hairs

dark black hairs like night sky

they were a shock to everyone none of the girls in the Rossi family were born with hairs of any different colour since as last as anyone can remember. She was the first one, the exception. The only exception

I was two years old when she left

and I was five when her dead body came

The dead body of my beloved aunt

I couldn't handle the pain of seeing her beautiful face being mutilated by gods knows whom, so I never lifted the white cloth that was covering her beautiful corpse

There is a Tradition in Rossi Family

If the daughter of the Family dies unmarried, Then she is dressed up as a bride when she is buried beneath the ground, it is known as "BRIDE OF THE DEATH". It is said that the girl will only be able to find her groom in afterlife, so we prepare the girl for her marriage before burying her in the ground.

The daughter in laws are also buried the same way if they die after their husband's death

It is believed that the woman will find her groom in afterlife and they will get married again, so preparing her a bridal dress is the least that we can do as her family members

Eleven days after the burial, There is large Bridal Ceremony held for the dead, All the members of the Rossi family are supposed to be there, no matter what even if you are sick, away from the country, even the people on their death beds come to attend the funeral because they have to.

My aunt got the Grandest Funeral and The Bridal Ceremony that I have seen. And I have seen eleven Funeral and Bridal ceremonies.

My aunt was like an angel. she never hurt anyone. even during Earth hollow competition, she slit her own arm when they were asked to draw blood

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The man she was wanted to marry had unfortunately died the day she left the family for him, disappointed in herself, she couldn't return to the mansion and face the family who taunted her for choosing him.

She did return to the house

But as a Corpse

As a fucking mutilated corpse

pacing through the room silently, I stop in front of the glass window, staring outside at the moon, The white moon, shining down upon the earth with Sun's light

The noise of the ruffled mumbling of his chest reaches me and I look at the moon more intently. His laugh boils my blood, it makes every ounce of the rage, the hatred, the vengeance I have for this whole family run in my veins in just a single moment

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