Page 18 of Mila: The Godfather

I close my eyes and make a wish.

I wish for the same thing every single day.

For my sisters to find ’happily ever after’, even if it’s far away from me.

I never wish for anything for myself.

When I’m done, I look at my screen again, noticing the open chat, and smile when the red bubble pops up, alerting me of an incoming message from my sister.

From Arianna.

Kadra refuses to utter our big sister’s name, so it was up to me to keep in touch with Arianna in whatever way it was possible for me inside this mansion. Three years ago, I overheard Kadra speaking on the phone with someone about our sister and her whereabouts after years of not knowing if she was alright. From that conversation, I found out my big sister was not only shipped off to another state, but she was in the public eye. I still remember the night she looked at me as if I’d broken her heart. I didn’t understand anything other than that our father clearly wanted to not only humiliate Arianna but to get her as far away from us as possible.

No one uttered her name after that night. Not even Kadra.

I love my sister blindly, but in that moment and all the moments after, when she refused to tell me where our big sister was, I resented her until she told me that Arianna was alright and that from that moment on she would know only happiness.

Now, years later, I know for a fact, Kadra didn’t lie.

Arianna was safe, and she made something of herself when once she was treated like an object.

I always knew my sisters were meant for great things. Things they wouldn’t be able to reach while trapped inside this prison we once called home and while our father was in charge.

Clicking on the chat, I feel giddy and excited to see and read all about my sister’s adventures. Arianna sends me photos and updates of her life now and even shares stories of her travels. She does that a lot. She is finally seeing all the places she had photos of in her ceiling room.

The only thing we haven’t done is talk on the phone, and not for her lack of trying, but I don’t want to risk getting caught by my older sister, knowing she can access my call logs.

I don’t like being caught in their feud now that they have bad blood.

My excitement grows, and I can’t help the smile that takes over my face when I see a photo of her and a cute little girl with dark hair and expressive blue eyes.

Ellaiza.

My sister’s daughter.

Not by blood but by choice.

My sister’s heart chose to love that little girl as her own.

And to think she once thought she was cold and empty inside. Wrong. I never met anyone with a kinder heart than my big sister. Yes, she might be a little rough around the edges, but when you get close enough, you’ll be able to feel all that warmth that radiates from the beautiful light that shines from within her.

Just like the moon.

Poetic, really.

Reading the email, I find out she’s getting married to the sitting President, Sebastian Kenton.

The man who took her from all the pain of our world.

A villain who turned out to be her savior.

Her person.

Good.

I am happy for her.

If anyone deserves a happily ever after, it is her.

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