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Too Late For Redemption: The Runaway Princess

Too Late For Redemption: The Runaway Princess

Zitella Shepp
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I held a silver lighter to the velvet curtains of my father's study, threatening to burn down the Foley crime legacy just to marry the man I loved. My father, the Don, let me go. He told me I was dead to the family. I thought I was choosing freedom with Ignatz. Instead, I chose a cage. Three years later, while my family celebrated in their mansion, I was living in a moldy basement. Ignatz didn't love me; he beat me. His mother kicked me in the stomach until I lost my baby on the cold concrete floor. While I bled out alone in the dark, my cousin's fiancée, Everleigh, visited just to laugh at me and fake her own pregnancy to secure the family fortune. I vanished, leaving behind only a diary and a hidden camera feed. When Kaleb, the family's enforcer and the man who once promised to protect me, finally broke down my door, he didn't find a rebellious princess. He found the footage of me being dragged by my hair. He found the bloodstained mattress. The Don fell to his knees, weeping when he realized he had fed his daughter to wolves. They destroyed Ignatz. They sent Everleigh to prison. They offered me fifty million dollars and the keys to the kingdom to make it right. But when Kaleb stood on my porch, begging to fix me, I handed him a trash bag full of their money. "You can't fix a shattered glass, Kaleb. You just cut yourself trying to hold the pieces together."

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Chapter 32
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Too Late For Redemption: The Runaway Princess Chapter 1

I held a silver lighter to the velvet curtains of my father's study, threatening to burn down the Foley crime legacy just to marry the man I loved.

My father, the Don, let me go. He told me I was dead to the family.

I thought I was choosing freedom with Ignatz. Instead, I chose a cage.

Three years later, while my family celebrated in their mansion, I was living in a moldy basement.

Ignatz didn't love me; he beat me. His mother kicked me in the stomach until I lost my baby on the cold concrete floor.

While I bled out alone in the dark, my cousin's fiancée, Everleigh, visited just to laugh at me and fake her own pregnancy to secure the family fortune.

I vanished, leaving behind only a diary and a hidden camera feed.

When Kaleb, the family's enforcer and the man who once promised to protect me, finally broke down my door, he didn't find a rebellious princess.

He found the footage of me being dragged by my hair. He found the bloodstained mattress.

The Don fell to his knees, weeping when he realized he had fed his daughter to wolves.

They destroyed Ignatz. They sent Everleigh to prison. They offered me fifty million dollars and the keys to the kingdom to make it right.

But when Kaleb stood on my porch, begging to fix me, I handed him a trash bag full of their money.

"You can't fix a shattered glass, Kaleb. You just cut yourself trying to hold the pieces together."

Chapter 1

Genevieve POV

I stood before the most powerful man in the city, my hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer force of the ultimatum I was about to deliver.

I held a silver lighter to the heavy velvet curtains of his study, the flame licking the air just inches from the fabric.

"If you do not let me go, I will burn this legacy to the ground," I vowed, my voice steadying. "And I will start with myself."

Don Arlington Foley did not flinch.

He sat behind his mahogany desk, a fortress of a man who treated his children like pawns and his enemies like dirt.

I was his only daughter.

I was the princess of the Foley crime family.

And I was begging to trade my crown for a life of poverty with a man my father considered an insect.

Ignatz Turner.

That was the name I threw at him like a grenade.

"I want to marry Ignatz," I said, my voice cracking under the weight of the silence.

"I want out, Papa. I want a normal life. I want to wake up without wondering who died in the night to pay for my silk sheets."

The Don looked at me with eyes that were cold enough to freeze hell over.

He stood up slowly, his shadow stretching across the room to swallow me whole.

"You are a Foley, Genevieve. You are a resource. You are a bargaining chip. You do not get to choose a nobody."

I moved the lighter closer to the fabric.

"Then I will be a dead Foley."

The silence stretched, taut and suffocating.

I saw the calculation in his eyes.

He wasn't looking at a daughter in pain.

He was looking at a liability.

"Fine," he said, the word dropping like a gavel.

I let out a breath I felt like I had been holding for twenty years.

"But there are conditions," he added, his voice smooth and dangerous.

"Anything," I whispered.

"You will die," he said.

My heart stopped.

"Genevieve Foley ceases to exist today. You will leave this house with nothing. No money. No contacts. No protection."

He walked around the desk, stopping inches from me.

"You will take a new name. I will provide you with a fake history and parents who do not exist. You will be a ghost. If you ever speak of this family, if you ever try to return... the *Omertà* applies."

Silence is death.

I nodded, tears stinging my eyes.

"I accept."

He turned his back on me.

"Then get out. You are already forgotten."

Three years later.

The smell of stale beer and cheap cologne clung to the upholstery of the sagging sofa.

I scrubbed at a stain on the rug, my knuckles raw.

This was the freedom I had bought with my life.

Genevieve the Ghost.

I looked at the clock on the wall.

Ignatz was late again.

The door banged open, and he stumbled in, laughing with two men I barely knew.

They were low-level runners, guys who thought selling stolen car parts made them kingpins.

"Genevieve, get us some beers!" Ignatz shouted, not even looking at me.

I stood up, wiping my hands on my apron.

I wasn't wearing silk anymore.

I was wearing a thrift store dress that had seen better days.

I walked to the kitchen, my head down.

I heard one of the men whisper.

"Is that her? The one you dragged out of the gutter?"

Ignatz laughed.

"Yeah. She's useless without me. A princess who doesn't know how to hold a mop."

I gripped the refrigerator handle.

This was the man I had burned my world for.

This was the normal life I had craved.

It tasted like ash.

I brought the beers out, placing them on the table.

Ignatz didn't say thank you.

He just waved a hand at me, dismissing me like a servant.

I retreated to the bedroom, the walls thin enough that I could hear every word.

Later that night, after the friends had left, Ignatz came into the room.

His eyes were bright with a manic energy.

"Gen, baby, listen," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

I sat up, pulling the thin blanket around me.

"I have a plan. A real business plan."

He had a thousand plans. None of them worked.

"This one is different," he insisted, grabbing my hand.

His grip was too tight.

"We are going to be rich. We are going to be independent. No more scraping by."

He looked at me with a desperation that mirrored my own.

"I need you to trust me. Just a little longer."

I looked into his eyes, searching for the man I thought I loved.

I saw only ambition and fear.

But I had nowhere else to go.

I was a ghost.

"Okay, Ignatz," I whispered.

"I trust you."

It was the first lie I told myself that night.

It wouldn't be the last.

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“I held a silver lighter to the velvet curtains of my father's study, threatening to burn down the Foley crime legacy just to marry the man I loved. My father, the Don, let me go. He told me I was dead to the family. I thought I was choosing freedom with Ignatz. Instead, I chose a cage. Three years later, while my family celebrated in their mansion, I was living in a moldy basement. Ignatz didn't love me; he beat me. His mother kicked me in the stomach until I lost my baby on the cold concrete floor. While I bled out alone in the dark, my cousin's fiancée, Everleigh, visited just to laugh at me and fake her own pregnancy to secure the family fortune. I vanished, leaving behind only a diary and a hidden camera feed. When Kaleb, the family's enforcer and the man who once promised to protect me, finally broke down my door, he didn't find a rebellious princess. He found the footage of me being dragged by my hair. He found the bloodstained mattress. The Don fell to his knees, weeping when he realized he had fed his daughter to wolves. They destroyed Ignatz. They sent Everleigh to prison. They offered me fifty million dollars and the keys to the kingdom to make it right. But when Kaleb stood on my porch, begging to fix me, I handed him a trash bag full of their money. "You can't fix a shattered glass, Kaleb. You just cut yourself trying to hold the pieces together."”
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