𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺.

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PART I

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"Can I use your private jet tomorrow, Dad?" Sara Vega asked her father, Lucas Vega, who lavished her with gifts. He had always shown her the utmost love and care, attending to her needs. Being a single father was challenging, but he made sure he was there for her every step of the way.

She was, after all, his princess. Because of how he raised her, she never learned the meaning of the word - no. Everything in her life was within her grasp; all she needed was a little bit of money, her beauty, and her surname.

It's funny, though, how everyone's thoughts on love and what's not love differ. While some might consider fulfilling all your child's needs and want is love, others might believe that being there for your child rather than showering them with everything they need is love.

Sara happened to be a weird mixture of the two. While she was given everything she wanted, she also had to pay back for the same by holding up her presence as the only daughter of her father.

"Of course, love, but where would you want to go?" Lucas asked his daughter as Sara grinned internally, knowing it was a yes because no one, especially her father, ever said no to her.

Taking off her Gucci eyeglasses, she sat next to her father on the couch, "fashion week." Why did the two words suffice as an explanation?

That's because she was Sara Vega, the supermodel and heir to a multibillionaire's throne. Sara Vega had very little missing in her life, and modelling companies never turned her down because of the prominent surname linked with her name. Still, in all honesty, she was brilliant at her work. She knew how to stroll gracefully and confidently down the ramp.

"If you need money, you can always use my credit card, okay?" Mr Vega informed his daughter while handing her his black credit card.

Sara nodded but said nothing, her father's love came at a price but which father-daughter relationship had no strains at all?

Lucas Vega was aware that his daughter was spoiled, and from what he had observed, she did not have the finest personality. Still, she was, after all, his only child. He would have preferred if she understood how business works, but that's a different story.

The thought alone gave him a sour aftertaste. Still, he adored his daughter, which brought a smile to his face, but the grin vanished just as quickly as it arose as his gaze was drawn to Sierra Vega.

His disowned daughter, with whom he never wanted to be identified, but what irritated him the most was her face; after all, she was Sara's identical twin.

Mr Vega's smile was quickly replaced by a wicked grin. He rose from his seat and took enormous strides towards his other daughter, or, as he put it, his misfortune.

Sierra felt a burn on her cheeks seconds later, so she lowered her eyes and glanced at her father's black leather shoes. "What are you doing here, being worthless once more? I've told you not to bother me." Mr Vega yelled as he slapped Sierra across the face again.

Sierra knew better than to argue; her years on the planet had taught her how to deal with circumstances like these. She kept her eyes down and replied in a small frightened voice, "your food is ready, fathe- sir." Sierra waited for a response, but instead, she saw her father heading to the dining room, where his dinner was already set out.

This was life to Sierra, an abusive wealthy father and an uninterested twin sister.

She read that twin were meant to feel attached to each other. Yet, Sara never expressed concern for Sierra or attempted to communicate with her.

Sara seemed live in her own weird world that Sierra had no part in. She seemed to despise her to the point where even the mere presence of Sierra bothered her. Perhaps Sara blamed Sierra for their mother's death as well.

It hurt, though, when the twins were young. They were together in heart even after the distance put between them. When Sierra was hurt, Sara would cry silently in the corner, hiding her pain from her father, but as they grew up, they distanced.

Their hearts distanced.

Mr Vega had two daughters, Sara and Sierra, who were identical copies of each other. Still, the world only knew who Sara was since Sierra was kept concealed from public sight. She was always the dirty little secret that no one knew about.

Sierra's world was contained behind the four walls of her house; unlike her sister, she had never left the mansion.

Why?

Because Sierra's father, Mr Vega, blamed Sierra for his wife's death. He was abusive to one of his daughters while being friendly to the other.

The twins' mother died after their delivery because she could not bear the anguish of giving birth to a second child. Sierra's birth had created severe complications.

Sierra understood, though, her father had a bad life before he met her mother, and slowly her mother became the reason her dad took a breath every day. Sierra had unintentionally destroyed multiple lives.

Hope.

Sierra was always hopeful; maybe if she made her father proud of her one day, he would embrace her as well? She had been home-schooled, while Sara could attend a private school.

Sierra sat at home doing her and Sara's schoolwork on Friday evenings when Sara went out to parties.

Friends, Sara had enough, although Sierra had never heard from them.

Only a few people knew about the twins, and those who did were paid enough money to stay quiet.

No one in the outside world was supposed to be aware of the situation.

Sierra had never experienced love, but her twin Sara was adored and spoilt rotten. Sierra envied her sister on occasion, but could she blame Sara?

She was the cause of her own mother's death; it was as if her birth had been a disaster, a tragic one.

Sierra would go to bed at night and pray for a better day with no beatings the next day.

The Twins had the same face, lived in the same house, and had the same parents, yet they were not the same.

However, Sierra was grateful; at the very least, her sister did not mistreat her.

Ignorance wasn't bliss. It was torture, but it was better than the numerous scars on her body.

Finally, when the day ended, and the dishes were done, Sierra headed to the basement, where her room was.

It was her favourite place in the house except for the kitchen.

She sat on the mattress on the floor that served as her bed and finally drew her plate into her lap.

She was hungry.

Her eyes gleamed with desire as she looked down at the apple and sandwich; since it was Friday, she had a sandwich for supper rather than bread and soup.

Sierra's smile was far too broad; she regarded the sandwich as a reward for herself. After a long day at work, she enjoyed having her lunch alone, all by herself. After all, alone was all she had ever known.

When she was small, she felt lonely, but then she fell in love with the darkness.

It was not as though Sierra was asked to clean the whole house. She was asked to cook for herself, her father, and her sister. The rest of the day, she studied through an online college course.

Mr Vega was good enough to allow Sierra to continue her studies, and she was grateful for it. Sierra went towards her closet, which hardly had ten sets of clothes, and reached out behind the pile of clothes and finally got the book she was looking for.

She ran her hand on the cover as if trying to engrave the feel of its texture.

She opened it up and on the first page was a picture of a beautiful woman, her mother.

Mrs Lana Vega was a beautiful woman with her long waist-length brown hair and teal-coloured eyes, which Sierra had inherited.

The twins shared all their physical features except their eyes.

While Sierra had sparkling teal eyes, Sara had hazel brown ones.

But no one knew since Sierra was compelled to wear contacts from an early age because the world only saw Sara. If anybody saw Sierra with her own teal eyes, they'd know.

Sierra held her mother's photo in her hands and gazed at it, believing that if her mother had been alive, she would have shown her the love she saw between Sara and her father. After a few moments, Sierra returned the picture of her mother and turned the pages.

With time Sierra had come to know many things that her mom loved doing, and she also took a liking towards them.

One of them was stargazing; as she flipped through the pages, she came to a page with precise handwritten information on a particular star that was only seen every seven years.

Sierra eventually calculated the time in her head and estimated that there were just 10 minutes till the star would be visible. Sierra sprang up and returned to her wardrobe, where she discovered the advanced pair of binoculars that had also belonged to her mother.

Sierra came upon them while cleaning the storeroom one day.

Sierra hurried to the little window in her room, her excitement palpable; this was the second time she would see this specific star; she initially saw it when she was fifteen, and now, years later, she was finally twenty-two.

Sierra began her hunt for the lovely star shortly to appear, holding her sandwich in one hand and the binoculars in the other.

After nearly seven minutes, a lovely star with a reddish hue appeared; Sierra gazed at the lead for quite some time until her sandwich was completed.

She put the binoculars down and stretched to take her dairy, which was kept on the mattress. The moment Sierra tried, a violent pain went through her body. She realized she had forgotten about the new burn marks from the cigarette covering her stomach.

She slowly sat up and wrote down the date and time below the stars, adding to the information she had written down.

She then hid the binoculars and the book in her closet, ensuring they were not visible.

Sierra's room was never visited by anyone, but she never took a chance.

Better to be cautious than sorry.

Sierra heard her dad's voice calling her a few moments later, and fear immediately overtook her. She ran down to her father, who had an angry aura surrounding him. Sierra started shaking with fear." y-yes, sir?" Sierra asked when she felt a hand grip her forearm tightly, making her flinch. Her father took hold of the same place as last time.

Sierra bit her lips tightly to stop herself from whimpering. She was sure by now her lips were bleeding.

"Where is my wine?" Mr Vega questioned with bitterness laced in his voice. Sierra's eyes widened with fear. She forgot to tell the house in charge to refill the stock.

"It's finished, si-sir. I forgot to ask for a refill," she answered in a tiny voice.

"You have a terrible memory, don't you?" Sierra felt her hair being grabbed, and she was immediately flung to the ground. "Bloody bitc*, you can't do anything right, and my lovely wife died for useless crap like you! It would have been a blessing if you had died instead."

A second later, Sierra felt a sharp pain in her stomach because of the kick she had just received.

"Daddy! What's wrong?" Sara's voice echoed from the other end of the house, and then she came into view "nothing, sweetheart, this bitch could not get anything done right." Mr Vega answered and went back to his room while Sara followed.

Tears freely fell from Sierra's eyes as she slowly got up, ignoring the pain in her body. As she headed to her room, she felt the gaze of the servants around her, who held pity for her in their own eyes.

The moment she closed the door, her sobbing became loud.

Was she that big of a disgrace?

Would her mother really not love her if she had been alive?

Was she really that useless?

Did she really not deserve to live?

Questions were eating her up.

Finally, Sierra got up and went to the washroom, took off her contact lenses, and cleaned her face while putting the contact lenses in the holder. She then returned to bed, waiting for the happy dreams to come, except they never came.

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‼️Same skies (A mafia romance), is out now‼️

𝓥𝓸𝓽𝓮, 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓕𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀

𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮- 𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪.𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘢