The True Mafia Princess Who Never Came Home

“I am the true bloodline daughter of the Romano Syndicate, but my brother, the Don, hid me in a safe house while treating his adopted sister, Natalia, like the real mafia princess. Blood meant nothing to them. So I decided it would mean nothing to me. On my twenty-first birthday, Natalia publicly humiliated my impoverished past in front of his men just to steal my only birthday wish. My brother didn't stop her; instead, he indulged her cruelty just to keep her happy. When I finally decided to pack my bags and leave, they cornered me in a city boutique. Natalia maliciously crushed the only photograph of my dead adoptive parents under her designer heel. "Look at this garbage," she mocked, grinding the glass into my mother's smiling face. When I fought back, my own brother violently twisted my arms behind my back. He held his own blood sister defenseless just so the fake princess could slap me across the face. He claimed he had to protect the family from her tantrums, but all he did was treat my existence like a toxic infection. I finally understood that in this family, blood meant absolutely nothing. I dropped the trunk of mafia money, walked out the door, and boarded an off-the-grid freight train to the rural south. When the Don finally realized his mistake and brought the whole syndicate to my farm begging for my return, I didn't even blink.”