fourteen: sibling arguments

gif of michelle

not proof-read!

My eyes widen as I try to digest this piece of information. I never knew that Marco and Dante have an older sister, all my time of knowing Marco, I wasn't aware of this sister that he has.

"You seem shocked. Didn't Marco say anything about me?" Michelle asks with a small frown.

I shook my head. "Um, well we don't really talk much." I answer, hoping it will make her feel a little better.

She snorts and rolls her eyes. "Yeah, don't talk much. That's why he turned into an ass and was rude to you."

I scratch the back of my neck uncomfortably. I wasn't in the mood to talk about what happened this morning and Marco's rude ways.

She stares at me apologetically. "I am sorry. It's my fault that he lashed out on you." She says, bowing her head, looking ashamed of herself.

I gave Michelle a questioning look. "What do you mean?"

"This morning we had a conversation, more of a disagreement. I said something that made him angry. I am sorry that he took out that anger you. It's my fault." 

"It's fine. It wasn't you're fault. Marco should take control of his anger probably, so it's not you're fault." I comment cooly.

Dante ran back to the table, holding a large sundae glass with different flavours of ice cream. "Here." He places the glass on the table.

Michelle grins happily. Her eyes sparkling with the joy at the large sundae glass "Thank you, baby brother!" She happily starts to eat her ice cream.

If Michelle is the oldest, then why didn't she take over the Donati Empire? It is obvious that the eldest takes over. So why didn't she?

How the Donati family works still confuses me.

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somewhere in italy

~marco donati pov~

Marco didn't bother to go to work after he stormed out of the house. He felt like he would fire anyone that would even speak to him if he went to work. He was beyond angry at Ophelia and Michelle. Mostly at Michelle. He understood that she was the eldest, but she had no right to say all those things to him. She married a man of lower social class than them, she married a commoner of all people. She married a bloody nobody than to carry to carry on the family name.

"How could you Marco?!" Michelle screamed into the phone, making Marco hold the phone far from his ear. "I know what you are up to, you are marrying an innocent woman and making her fall in love with you for the Donati Empire. You are playing her Marco!"

"She's hardly innocent." He commented, snorting. Ophelia wasn't exactly a nun. She spoke her mind and she had such anger.

"That's not the point, Marco! You are marrying for the wrong reasons! You are marrying just to take over our family legacy and saying you love her even though you don't! That is twisted even for the likes of you!" She screamed.

He rolled her eyes at his sister's dramatic comments. "Michelle, I am fixing the mess that you made, the least you can do is be grateful."

"Marco, when are you going to let that go?"

"Until you deserve that man. You chose him over you damn family! You abandoned your duty as a Donati!" It was my turn to shout "And now you are having his child!"

She chose that man over her duty to take over the Donati Empire and she is having that bastard's child.

Michelle snorted. "Says the man that's using a woman to gain father's empire! For centuries, the Donati name meant nobility and loyalty, you don't deserve to be a Donati!"

That last sentence hit Marco like a ton of bricks piling down on top of him, almost suffocating him.

"Oh my God, Marco I didn't mean-"

He hanged up the phone and slammed the device on the dining table.

Today wasn't suppose to be the day to be bothered my his sister's words. He merely sighed, looking over the papers that the his father left behind for development in France.

Ophelia entered the dining room wearing a simple dress, yet she looked so beautiful. She was a beautiful woman, but had an awful personality.

"Good morning, Ophelia." Marco greeted her. He reminded himself that he was in love with her, despite feeling the opposite.

"Good morning, Marco." She greeted in return with an obvious fake smile. She pulled out a seat, which just happened to be three seats away from him. Marco hid a small smirk against the cup of coffee.

"How was your day yesterday? I heard that an unexpected visitor turned up." He stared at Ophelia, waiting for her reply.

"Unexpected is correct," Ophelia mummers underneath her breath. "I met your former lover. Lovely woman she is."

Marco found out from Mrs Reid yesterday about Rita's unexpected visit, he hasn't spoken with Rita for months so after he heard that she turned up out of nowhere, he was little surprised. Marco nodded at Ophelia and carried on looking through the papers.

"...Were you two serious?"

At first Marco was a little surprised at Ophelia's question, she portrayed as a woman who didn't care about anything, so hearing her question him made him smirk slightly. "Jealous?" He couldn't keep teasing.

It amused him greatly when she let out a sound of disgust. "No." She answered curly with a roll of her eyes.

Still with a smirk, Marco answered her question. "Me and Rita weren't very serious. Our relationship was purely physical, but that doesn't mean I didn't care about her. We broke it off because Rita got into a relationship."

Marco might have felt something for Rita in their physical relationship, but he would have never acted on it, simply because he didn't believe in relationships. After Rita and her then boyfriend broke it off, they proceeded to have sex again and continue their physical, but then broke it off again.

"So technically, you two ere friends with benefits?"

His smirk fell instantly. "I guess you could say that..."

Mrs Reid entered the dining room, holding a plate of pancakes. She placed the plate on the table. "Miss Kokinos, the driver will be ready to take you out whenever you are."

"Thank you, Mrs Reid."

Marco stared at Marco with a frown whilst Ophelia digging into her pancakes. She must have noticed his stare as Ophelia looked up at Marco. "Do you have a staring problem, Mr. Donati?"

Marco shuts his laptop nosily. "Why do you need a driver, Miss Kokinos." He questioned.

"I don't know, Mr. Donati. You tell me. Why would I need a driver of all things? It's a very mind consuming question, isn't it?" She commented sarcastically, making Marco glare daggers at her.

"You are not going out today."

"Why?! You are keeping me prisoner here! Don't I have a damn right to step outside this house?!" She shouted.

He sighed loudly, Marco was getting tired of all her shouting. Her rubbed his temples, slowly hoping it would soothe his headache starting to arise. "Ophelia, I am one of the most high-profiled person in Italy. The press can swarm at you when you least expect it and with what the tabloids have said about you recently, I believe it is best if you stay here. I'm only trying to protect you."

"I can handle myself in the press, Marco. I am the Kokinos heiress." She stated arrogantly.

"Ophelia, just do what I say."

"I am so feeling the love you have for me, Marco." She snorted as she rolled her eyes.

Marco suddenly shot up from his seat, taking all the papers and putting them into a neat pile then lifting up his laptop. "I may be in love with you, Ophelia. But I am not some love sick puppy. If you think I was just going to wag my tail at your command, you should get that idea out of your pretty little head. You have no idea what the Italian press are like. They will tear you down until you found yourself questioning the power you have. Get your head out of your fucking ass for once in your life. You say you are an Heiress, but all I see is some spoilt, pampered little girl that doesn't have a damn clue about the world."

He then stormed out of the dining room and then proceeded to exit the house.

As soon as Marco left the house, he buried his hands in his hair.

"Shit, what have I done?"

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woooooo hood two chapters in one day :o

haven't done that since writing the neighbour.

see? nat is back bitches. 

i love writing the italian devil again, i always feel so nostalgic when editing the chapters and rewriting them. also i cringe sometimes like did i serious write that what the hell was i thinking back then? 

but i still love the italian devil. 

see you in the next chapter!

have a lovely day or night!

nat xxx