The Inheritance: Chapter 5 - Part II (Updated 11/14)
SimKween:
I don't care about the pics either but that is so sad :( I would die if my game crashed!
eefje00704:
Please please please finish the story! I'm dying to know what will happen next!
CuriousSimmer:
Okay, I've come to a compromise. I'm beginning chapter two, which is the next part of the story. In the prologue to that, I'll recap what has happened between the two chapters, so that Chapter One's mystery can be resolved before starting Chapter Two's mystery.
CuriousSimmer:
The Inheritance
Chapter Two - Prologue
November 1961
16 Years Later
"...and so I just had to pull myself together. Every policeman I talked to, every fire investigator, every official told me that my daughter was gone. The pain never went away, but I did have the ability to deal with it. I felt that marrying Dante would be a good step towards recovery, now that I could make a clean start. Roger had fled, God knows to where, so I was rid of him.
The wedding planning took two months. We were eventually married on Christmas, just as we had planned. Look at this photo in the album. Dante was so handsome in his suit, but I looked like a great snow monster. Hush, Dante, I'm telling the story. Anyway, it was during the planning of the wedding when everything changed. You see, I went down to Koenig bakery--not the one that's there today; Adela moved out of there after the accident. Anyway, I went down to the bakery to order a cake and it was then that Adela, who I had befriended over the course of knowing each other, told me she had seen Roger sneaking around the church, which was right across the street.
Oh yes, the Thornycrofts know it well. This is all very complicated, even I don't fully understand it, but here's what I was told. The Koenigs, Adela and Erik, were spies for the Russians. They came to the countryside on a tip that they could find information that would embarrass the Thornycrofts' cousin, who was at that time the Minister of Defense in the United Kingdom. They ended up kidnapping Lady Thornycroft's daughter, who was born with a sort of deformity--nothing too bad, but it was an embarrassment to the political family, so they kept her out of site where she wouldn't be jeered at or attacked, which had happened before.
At any rate, Adela and I broke into the church that night. Yes, really. Would I make this up? Now be quiet and listen. We broke in but we didn't find Roger. No, we found a beautiful baby girl named Josephine. Roger had kidnapped her and burned down the villa to cover it up. He was going to take her back to America. I don't know, why does anyone do anything? So I was picking the baby up when we heard footsteps coming into the church's dungeon, where she was being kept.
It was Roger! He tried to take the baby away, but Adela fought him off. There was a struggle, they were hitting each other with whatever they could find. And then I... no, Dante, I'm fine. It's just hard to talk about. Give me a moment. ... I got my hands on my purse, where I was keeping a gun. Roger had been threatening me so Dante gave it to me for defense. Well, long story short, I ended up shooting Roger in order to keep him from hurting her.
See? This picture is Adela and Josephine at the wedding. No, Erik wasn't there. Erik was arrested by the Italian police on behalf of the Americans when they came to investigate Roger's death. Well of course I was cleared of all charges. And Erik and Adela's boss had to go back to Russia or she'd have been caught too. No, Adela didn't go to jail because she released the Thornycroft girl and because she helped me get my baby. I vouched for her, and she promised that never again would she be involved with the Communists. She wanted to start a new life here, just like I did with Dante.
Of course, Father Bianchi didn't know that his church was being used to house kidnapped victims. Here's a picture of him, marrying me and Dante in a little chapel. After what happened at his church, we didn't want to go to the cathedral.
After everything was said and done, Dante and I were married, Josephine was safe, Adela set up a bakery that wasn't a spy outpost, Roger was dead and his lawyer, who helped him kidnap Josephine, was disbarred and sentenced to prison for five years.
And then all three of us moved into Dante's house, then we moved here.
And a year later, along came you, Marco, my handsome son, and then your brother and sister. But we'll have to wait until they're older to tell them this story, agreed?
"But mom," asked Josephine, now 16. "Whatever happened to the Villa?"
I smiled and waved my hand around us. "We live there, darling. It took awhile to fix back up, but we rebuilt it bigger and better than ever, because we needed a safe place to raise our family. You and your brothers and sister."
"Did you really do all that stuff, mom?" asked Marco, the picture of his father's dark good looks.
"Of course I did," I said with a smile. "You don't think your old lady could do it?"
"It's not that," he said with a laugh. "It's just...it's just like in the movies!"
"I hope not," I said. "All right, I told you the story again, so now it's off to bed with you."
As I got off the sofa to see them up the stairs, I looked into my daughter Josephine's face. She was a beautiful girl, and she was becoming a beautiful woman. Although I loved her as much as I loved anything or anyone, it sometimes gave me a sharp pain to look at her. In the right light, it wasn't my daughter looking back, but a man I killed sixteen years ago.
You see, not all ghosts come in the form of floating spirits and misty figures.
dnog86:
Absolutely amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!! Excelent story, I loved it so much :D
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