[Let's take a look at Aisha's childhood!]
"Mom!"
"Hmm? My sweet baby! Did you went to Luce Bakery again?"
"Hehe," the little girl smiles sheepishly as she give her Mother a cute DIY bag filled with sweets. "The person baking the sweets and breads there is kind! She teach me to bake a few easy sweets! On top it all off, she also has a cute son!"
Kristin De La Torre, the Mother of the cute little bubbly Aisha De La Torre, gave her three-years-old daughter a gentle kiss on the forehead.
"Thank you, sweetie. I like it!"
"Eh? You didn't even tasted it yet!" Aisha pouted in dismay as she rest her head on her mother's lap while kneeling on the floor. For a three-years-old kid, Aisha can now produced straight sentences compare to any kid out there.
"My daughter made it with love, of course it's delicious."
"My cookies cannot produce oxytocin." Aisha deadpanned and fell into a thought, did she produce oxytocin and other chemicals and hormones into the thick batter?
Kristin sighs as she pat her daughter's head. "You'll understand when you get older." It's hard having a smart daughter, Kristin sighs in her heart.
"Then, will you explain "love" to me again when I get older?"
"Of course! It's one of the most important thing a mother must teach to her children!"
"Great! I can't wait to grow up!"
***
"Mo-mom?" Aisha asked hesitantly as she push the door to the music room wider. "I thought you're going to play piano? Why is it dark in here?" Clapping three times, all the lights in the music room turned on.
"Mom---" Aisha stop in her tracks. Her eyes are wide open as she stared at the scene before her in fear. She saw their trusted butler and a dozen of mafiosi who is responsible for Mom's safety.
"What happened here? Grandpa Li! Hey, wake up!" Aisha was crying as she shook their butler with vigor, her gaze meeting the blade of wakizashi[1]. With trembling hands, Aisha pulled the wakizashi off of Granda Li's body.
"You-young miss."
"Grandpa Li!" Aisha cries when she heard Butler Li's hoarse voice.
"Please, le-leave immediately," he said, barely audible.
"What happened? Who did this to you!?"
"It was your---"
*Bang!*
"Grandpa Li!" Aisha screams in fright, she clearly saw how the bullet pierced right into Grandpa Li's temples.
"Aisha? Is that you sweatie?"
Hearing the familiar soothing voice of her mother, Aisha quickly turn towards the direction of her mother's voice.
"Mom, quickly, Grandpa Li and the others--- what!?" Aisha, once again, was frozen in her spot.
Aisha grips the wakizashi in her hands, her body is trembling as she slowly stood up, her eyes skimmed through her Mother's white dress, who is now covered with blood, and finally, at the gun Kristin was holding.
"What's wrong? Why are you trembling? Did you have a nightmare?" Kristin looks worriedly at her daughter, her voice was soft but Aisha finds no comfort in Kristin's tone at all.
"Come, come to Mother. I'll chase away the monsters, no need to be frighten." Kristin said in a coaxing tone. "Come, sweetie." Kristin bends her knees a little and spread her arms, she has that bright smile she usually has.
Aisha close her eyes and shook her head, her body is shaking so hard.
I'm scared. What happened to my Mother? She's scary... Dad, please come back.
"No?" Kristin frowns, her eyes suddenly filled with rage. "My dear sweetie don't want her Mother anymore?"
"Mom--- ack!" Kristin close the distance between the two of them and enclosed her hands in Aisha's tiny neck. "Mo-mom..."
"Die! You're just like anyone else! You don't want me!"
"You-you're hurting me..."
"Die!"
***
"Like my birthday present, Mother?"
The person flinches in fear, though the voice was familiar, it was cold and vicious, full of anger and mockery.
"Oh, wait. That's not right. Sorry, I seem to mistaken you as my Mother. Pardon for my mistake, let me rephrase that... Aunty Kristen Cavelli."
Aisha said in a nonchalant tone, and grab the chair beside the table full of torturing equipments and then sit on it.
The person trembles as she recognize that voice. Lifting her terrified face, her eyed widen as she stare at the ruthless Queen of the De La Torre, Aisha Ciana De La Torre.
"A-aisha!? You--- how come you're here!?" Kristen stutters as she made a move to crawl towards Aisha but was stopped at the chains in her ankles.
"Ah, I thought I was clear about that, Aunty Kristen. Like I said, it was my birthday present for you."
Kristen's heart skips a beat, fear crawls up to her body, her trembling intensifies as she realized the reason why she was here on Aisha's den.
No, it couldn't be! Even Morano didn't suspect a thing!
"Wha-what are you saying, Aisha? What did I do to you!? Let me go! If Rafael knows about this---"
"Oh, your husband? I would like to know what he can do in his current situation."
Kristen swallows her saliva, she was completely oblivious that she was pissing herself because of fear.
"What did you do to my husband!?"
"Nothing," Aisha shrugs and give Kristen a small smile which scares Kristen even more. "Rafael had offended too many people that someone actually wants him to suffer while living. Pity though, I want to do the same thing to him too."
"Aisha! You are too evil! What happened to Rafael!?"
Aisha laugh out loud as Kristen continues to scream at her. Getting up in her seat, she went to Kristen and grab her devious face in a tight grip.
"Don't tell me the slut is now worried for her husband? Oh, wait, you're worried because if Rafael dies, no one will blindly protect you anymore!"
"Aisha! You really are a monster! After you killed my twin, you're going to kill me too!?"
*Pak!*
Kristen's face was turned to the side because of the impact of Aisha's slap. Aisha's nails dug into Kristen's swollen face, droplets of blood trails into Aisha's arms.
"Listen here, you bïtch. Don't expect that I'm easy to fool just like my Father. I know very well what did you do to my Mother that force me to kill her."
Kristen gasps in surprise. She knows? But how!? I made sure I left not even a tiny bit of evidence!
Thinking of what happened back then, Aisha subconsciously enclosed Kristen's neck into a tight grip.
"You are the one who made my Mother like that! Because of your hatred and jealousy towards her, you take advantage of my Mother's kindness and..." Aisha trails off, her chest is tightening due to her extreme anger, preventing her from speaking any further.
Aisha close her eyes in attempt to reign her anger while Kristen was close to dying.
"Ai-aisha..."
Seeing Kristen's purplish neck, Misty, who is silently watching the two of them, suddenly lets out a terrifying roar in order to snap Aisha back into the reality.
"Sweetie, your Mother will always love you."
Suddenly seeing her Mother's face in her mind, Aisha almost gasp as she quickly release Kristen's neck. She was breathing hard and so was Kristen as she intake a good amount of air.
"Please, let go of me, Aisha. I didn't mean to do it, I was blinded by my jealousy. Please!" Kristen begs in between her intake of breath.
"Begging for your pathetic life isn't going to bring back what is loss." Aisha mutters in a cold voice.
Kristen eyes closed, she might as well die than to suffer in the hands of the devil.
"Huh?" Kristen was shock when she felt her ankles was being released from the rusty chains.
Is she going to let her go?
Seeing Kristen's hopeful eyes, Aisha could guess what she was thinking and almost laughed out loud at her idiocy. Bïtch you thought, Aisha grabs Kristen's ankle and started to twist it in an inhumane way.
"Ah! Stop! Ack! It hurts!" Kristen cried out. Both her arms are reaching for Aisha's arms but was stop when Aisha also twisted her other ankle.
The cracking of Kristen's bones was like music to Aisha's ears. She twisted it some more before she was sure as hèll that Kristen won't be able walk ever again.
Aisha turn her back against Kristen, who is still wailing and screaming because of pain, and walks towards Misty. She patted its head as she let out a deep sigh.
That was close, Aisha said in her mind, I almost killed her and she doesn't deserve an easy death.
"Remember this, Kristen. Everything my Mother and Father went through because of your family, I will give it back a hundred or more times painful to your family."
"Aisha, I don't know what Rafael and I did to you for you to hate us to this extent but don't you dare try to harm Freohr!"
"Oh?" Aisha face Kristen and raise her brow towards her. She wants to listen to what this bïtch is gonna say. "Freohr is your son, why would I spare him for my revenge?"
Kristen suddenly turn aggresive, her sharp eyes glares at Aisha with so much hatred and fear as she crawls rather pathetically towards Aisha.
"I'm warning you, Aisha!"
"Oh, and what else can you do? Curse me all you want but that won't be enough to stop me."
"Don't hurt, Freohr! He is your..."
Back in the Cavelli's Mansion.
"Get the fvck out of here! You're all useless!" Rafael smashed everything within his arms length and chased out all the doctors that was treating him.
Who could blame him? He was disabled and couldn't fight anymore. In the world of war and battles, being useless is way worse than death itself.
He had no choice but to pass his authority to someone else for he couldn't continue to run his famiglia.
"Father, please calm down for awhile. The doctors are tryinh their best to---"
"Those useless doctors just announced that I'm going to be disabled for as long as I live and you expect me to calm the hell down!?" Rafael roared at Freohr, his fists are clenched and his veins in his nech and forehead are bulging that Freohr was beginning to worry about his Father.
"Father, please---"
"Where is that dàmn Aeron? He just keeps on disappearing like he doesn't care at all to our famiglia!"
"We don't need him in our famiglia, Father." Freohr was displeased at his Father's wish. He wants Aeron to have a rank in the Cavelli famiglia when Aeron was the illegitimate child of Rafael.
"Shut up! You think I will leave the Cavelli famiglia into your hands? Not only you're not as capable as Aeron but you even let your Mother to be kidnapped right under your nose."
Freohr's clenched his fists in anger. It's not like he wished for this thing to happened. Freohr wanted to retort but he held himself back and reign his anger. It won't do any good if he match his Father's anger with his.
*Knock, knock*
"Come in." Freohr's eyes turned stern cold as he gaze at his brother's deep blue eyes.
"Father, I'm here."
[1] Wakizashi is a short sword compare to katana. It was usually use as a back up or use for harakiri, a form of Japanese ritual suicide by disembowelment.