The Mafia's Twin Children

California

In the darkness of the room, only the anguished screams of a disturbed woman could be heard. Her body lay weak on a bed soaked with sweat and tears. A large, muscular man, breathing heavily, continued to ravage her body mercilessly, like a demon oppressing his victim.

"Stop! Please, stop!" the woman cried out, pain and fear filling her voice. She tried to plead and hope the man would realize his actions, but there was no response other than his increasingly brutal movements.

Their faces were hidden in the darkness, only faint shadows visible. However, despite being unseen, the rage and lust were palpable in the tense room.

The woman's body grew weaker, losing the strength to fight back. The pain she felt was indescribable. The man, seemingly indifferent to her screams and sobs, continued to push his body against hers violently. Suddenly, the man groaned loudly, reaching his climax.

The woman's body felt increasingly powerless, surrendering to the cruelty she endured. In the darkness of the room, only the sound of sobs could be heard, accompanying the ongoing suffering.

After an exhausting hour, the man fell asleep beside the woman, who lay limp.

Viyone Florencia, a 22-year-old girl with long hair, felt excruciating pain all over her body, especially in the lower part that had just been violated by the unknown man. With tears streaming down her face, she struggled to rise and endure the unimaginable pain. She stepped with trembling legs, searching for her scattered clothes on the floor. After managing to dress, she walked out of the room, trying her best not to cry louder.

However, in the chaos of her emotions, she didn't realize a necklace had fallen and been left behind on the floor.

"What should I do? Jeff mustn't know; we are getting married next month," Viyone murmured, clutching her aching chest. The woman felt as if her world had collapsed, with no hope left for her future with her fiancé.

The bright morning sun began to filter through the window cracks, casting a golden light that enhanced the beauty of the room. The man's athletic body was clearly visible, his six-pack abs, handsome face with a sharp nose, and thick eyebrows. The sunlight on his face woke him from his deep sleep.

"What happened to me?" he muttered, trying to recall the events of the night before, which somehow seemed so hazy in his mind. He felt something was off, as if a part of his memory was missing. He turned to the side and noticed the bloodstains and his seed on the white sheets.

"Damn, that drug took over me," he spat angrily. "That woman was a virgin. Who is she?" he wondered.

The man rose from the bed, rubbing his still groggy face. After taking a shower and dressing neatly, he grabbed his phone and called his assistant to come to the hotel room. He was still curious about the woman who had been with him last night, but the memory was blurry and unclear.

Not long after, a knock sounded at the hotel room door. Knock! Knock!

The man walked towards the door and opened it. Standing before him was his assistant, looking neat and respectful. "Boss," the assistant greeted politely, bowing slightly.

"Do you know the woman who was with me last night?" the man asked coldly, staring sharply at his assistant.

The assistant seemed thoughtful, trying to remember which woman he meant. "A woman, Boss?" the assistant asked, confused, then continued, "I'm not sure, Boss. I didn't see the woman."

The man sighed in frustration, then pointed to the sheets, "Take a blood sample from there and check the DNA. I want to know who that woman is!" he ordered firmly.

The assistant nodded obediently, immediately taking the blood sample and preparing for the DNA examination.

The man, named Wilson Zavierson, 35 years old, was still trying to remember the woman whose virginity he had taken.

Soon after, Wilson's eyes focused on a necklace on the floor beside the bed. As he picked it up and examined it, he noticed an engraving with the letter "V."

"I will find you, wherever you are," he muttered to himself.

Six years later.

A handsome 5-year-old boy with a sharp nose, big eyes, and thick eyebrows was happily watering flowers in the front yard of his house. He held the hose tightly, ensuring the water flowed well to each plant around him.

Suddenly, a woman's voice called out, "Chris, come in, lunch is ready!"

He quickly turned off the water and put down the hose, then ran into the house with joyful steps.

"Mama, I'll go call Papa to eat with us!" Chris exclaimed excitedly, seeing his mother, Viyone, heavily pregnant, preparing lunch at the table.

In an instant, the little boy stepped upstairs to find his father. Viyone smiled at her son's enthusiasm and nodded in agreement, "Yes, dear. Go call Papa; our food is getting cold." Chris nodded eagerly, running towards his father's room, calling his name cheerfully.

Chris headed to his father's room and opened the door. "Papa, lunch is ready!" he shouted with a smile, approaching his father, who was focused on his laptop.

Hearing the boy's voice, his father, named Jeff Hamilton, quickly closed his laptop as if hiding something from his family.

With a cold gaze, he looked at the boy, "Who told you to come in? Don't you have any manners?"

Chris, a little disappointed and lowering his head sadly, replied, "Mama has finished cooking. I just want to eat with Papa. We haven't eaten together for a long time."

"Eat together? Clean up your room! Before you're done, don't join us!" Jeff ordered sternly.

"Papa, I already cleaned my room when I woke up and watered the plants. I also helped Mama sweep the floor, as you asked!" Chris replied.

"In that case, stand by the window and count from 1 to 1000! Only then can you come down!" Jeff ordered harshly before leaving his room.

Chris could only feel sad about his father's attitude, always ignoring him and never paying attention to him. The 5-year-old, known for his intelligence and obedience, always tried to get close to his father. Unfortunately, fate had other plans. His father seemed not to acknowledge him for some reason.