Trusting Him Was A Mistake

~ Alina’s POV

Ever since I came to Florence for a job opportunity, I have never felt better about myself. My job was to digitize old legal archives with accuracy, and working alone has always been the biggest perk of the job. Under the dim light of the lamp, I went through the almost-torn file, typing away on the computer, making sure no detail was left unattended.

I stretched my back and sighed in relief when I was done with the file and moved to put the file in the pile that was ready to be shredded. Once I was done with digitizing the records, the hard copies were shredded, as if never to be seen again.

Adjusting my glasses, I moved to the shelf, working through the files and moving on to the next when my fingers stopped on an elite family name. My breath caught when I realized that the file belonged to an extinct noble family, “The Russos.“ Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I tried to type in the pin to access the cabinet it was stored in. I frowned when I realized that the pin wasn’t working, and it wouldn’t give me access to the file.

“That’s weird,“ I murmured as I moved to the cabinet next to the noble family, and it opened with ease. I was already suspicious at this point, so I did something I knew I would get in trouble for. I went to my desk and typed away, making sure no one was around and that my history would be gone by the time I was done. I quickly removed security on all of the cabinets and rushed to pull the file out before hurrying back to the desk and restricting the cabinets again.

Blood pumped fast through my veins as I looked around once more, making sure I was alone before I did what I clearly was forbidden to do. I opened the file as my heartbeat drummed through my eardrums.

I looked through it, trying to catch something…anything that would show why it was placed in such secrecy, but I couldn’t find anything. As I was about to close the file, my file landed on a page where two names were written down. My breath hitched when my eyes landed on the bold letters.

Elena Moretti

Luca Moretti

My parents. My deceased parents. Mom and Dad, who died years ago in an accident.

“No…“ I whispered as confusion spiralled through my mind. But before I started overthinking, I checked twice. Maybe they were someone else and only had the same names as my parents. I flipped through the pages again, and the details of their death didn’t even match one bit to what actually happened…or what was shown to me.

I looked at the profiles of those two people, and a shiver ran down my spine when I realized that their birth date and death date were the same as my parents’. Tears welled up in my eyes