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Hidden Heir: Destroying My Arrogant Stepfather

Author: Lunacy

Chapter 1

Word Count: 1228 | Released on: 04/06/2026

e ruthless Don of the Mafia, to

presented himself as the perfe

, Victor manipulated her into exi

s own son and secretly dismiss

hat her new husband was a desper

etly added his name to our estate's deed, pl

e my name for his schemes, m

epfather, show

ite track dirt across my life and stea

acle, a helpless kid he could easi

whose blood ru

old wind and pulled out

me is enough to keep the city'

o the Boss of t

is t

pte

wning in cartel debt. And she had no idea that the only way to keep him from signing our home over to the underworld was for me to summon th

rtone of whatever bargains had been struck over the champagne. At six round tables, men in hired tux

a single salted peanut between my molars, the

le to table with a flushed face and a wide, practiced smile, clapping me

other. "And I gained a grown son in the process

kles followed his words, but

mine. He smelled of stale spirits and a sharp cologne that cou

ropping to a conspiratorial tone.

n my plate. "It

and on my shoulder, the grip of his fingers a possessive, uncomfortable weight. "We think boardin

my head to loo

d not look up, would not allow her eyes to meet mine. Her silence settled over the table not as an absence of sound, but as

s held a glimmer of greedy antic

out tomorrow morning," I said wi

's face, the swiftness of my capitula

e recovered quickly, pa

with a slight turn of my tors

mly lit hallway. The heavy doors shut behind me, cutt

patterned wallpaper and drew the hea

into a small circle of mist on the screen. I held the position until the

hone to my pocke

l I know exactly

he phone against my

ing. Victor just

fallen over the estate, the kind of quiet t

n the duffel. The walls were stripped of every poster, leaving pale rectangles where my life had been. As

gripping the doorframe so tig

he hesitated, taking a half step into the room befo

e extra cash for

said, hoisting the

orcing her to step back int

bye,

slippers, and a low, guilty hum, ba

red car waiting in the driveway. The driver thr

asked, looking at me i

g the car in drive. "Builds cha

work of the main gate diminish, its black spires e

her pocket-it was a WhatsApp message fr

k a single

settling in: the iron gate, which had once kept the wail of sir

s swing

ough these gates, it won

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Hidden Heir: Destroying My Arrogant Stepfather

Lunacy Mafia

“My mother divorced my father, the ruthless Don of the Mafia, to give us a peaceful, normal life. She married Victor, a man who presented himself as the perfect, harmless civilian husband. But the moment they tied the knot, Victor manipulated her into exiling me to a boarding school dorm. He took over my bedroom for his own son and secretly dismissed me as just a "dumb teenager." What my mother didn't know was that her new husband was a desperate rat drowning in cartel debt. He quickly drained her life savings and secretly added his name to our estate's deed, planning to mortgage our home to the underworld. When I refused to let him use my name for his schemes, my mother blindly defended him. "He is your stepfather, show some respect!" I had to stand by and watch this parasite track dirt across my life and steal the very roof that once protected us. He thought I was just an easy obstacle, a helpless kid he could easily trample on to save his own skin. But he forgot whose blood runs in my veins. I stepped out into the cold wind and pulled out my encrypted burner phone. I dialed the man whose mere name is enough to keep the city's police chief awake at night. "Dad," I said to the Boss of the Cosa Nostra. "It is time."”