Isabelle went home, her heart pounding. Alessandro squeezed her hand gently, making it known that he was there for her.

She entered inside the house, expecting her father to flare at her and start dishing out punishments but was shocked to see two identical kids, probably in 16 or 17 years and Ann sitting on the couch.

“Ahhh!” They both screamed and rushed to hug her, she was shocked and screamed also.

They released her immediately, looking at her with questioning gazes.

“Who the fuck are these brats!” She thundered looking at their beaming faces.

“I’m Annabella and he’s Andrew” The grip answered, taking her hand in a firm handshake....