Too Late: The Spare Daughter Escapes Him

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ayal, and the phantom pain of a surgeon's scalpel carving into my flesh while my screams echoed unheard. I remember looking through the observation glass and

r. He alway

en, I

ecution. My body was whole, unscarred. The timeline had reset, a glitch in t

an exile disguised as a severance package-I didn't cry. I didn'

w he was talk

already lived through

secret safe house, I stitched up the wounds of a blinded soldier, a man whose life hung by a thread. He never saw my face. He only knew

Ruthless Capo. The man my sister

lie from a mile away, believed the beautiful deception because he wanted it to be true. He wanted th

, and they silenced me on an operating table. This t

isappear. I will let Seraphin

l not be

not be the lamb

d I will wait, with the patience of the dead, to watch their entire world burn.

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na Viti

to London, fully aware that in another timeline, this was the exact moment he ha

arp against my thumb,

first-cla

ckage for a daughter wh

lo, the Don of the Chicago

scotch, the amber liquid swirli

s flat. It was the same detached tone he used

down at

smooth.

e phantom pain of a scalpe

, blinding cold lights o

bered b

n window and seeing him standing there,

s the p

had someh

fe, I was

lly, at

t," my mother said from

d ring on her finger. It caught the ligh

t look at

ortrait of Isabella that

he future wife of the Capo. T

t the spa

lood

the basement, only acknowledg

essary, Seraphina," my father s

low sip of

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during the territory w

ught I w

e on the outskirts of the city, stitch

eld Dante Moretti's hand

ho had whispered prayers into his

r saw m

knew the scent of vanilla and

Because of the seven stitch

ight, my father and Isa

claimed m

imed my

spot a lie from a mile away, believed the beau

golden girl to

invisibl

at the ti

nd

s an

nce for Seraphina Vi

th certificate f

t life, I

d cr

t me stay. I had tried

lenced me on an

e, I fel

a block of ic

od, Fathe

s tasted

seemed surprised by

ears. He expe

w he was talki

*. "Pack your things. Do not make a scene at the engagement

to leave

finally

phina," she said, her voice dripping

n't a

vy oak doors and closed

llway, my footsteps silen

oing to Lon

ng to let

use of cards burn, and I wou

st blow on