Rejected By My Family, Desired By The Mafia

htly with coarse rope, was kneeling on the c

eezed her eyes shut in fear as she heard the demands echoing through the

s abandoned at birth in the wilds of the countryside. But maybe luck was on h

never discriminated against her. L

lites, suddenly discovered a truth. That Camille was their biological daughter who was swappe

ing, needed a blood transfusion. Nobody's blood matched. However, that left the f

the grandfather himself, it turned out th

d there. No one could reject the patriarch's order. So many te

life and thrust into a world of mansions, cutthroat exp

enty years. So when she heard that they found the r

ation in front of the whole family, she schemed against Camille u

thers, Lucien, Raoul, and Etienne who had always doted on her l

er. They also took Talia with her though she had no idea

r sister!" one of the kidnap

u asked for!" Lucien, the e

ughed. "But two millions were for o

omehow intact, burst into hysterics. "Please! Don'

she twisted against the rope she was tied to. Camille said not

ration. She could hear the family's voices filtering in through th

cien, the eldest brother at 28, clutched the duffel bag of cash. H

matters. Camille...she's tough. She grew up on the streets. She'

ia's been with us through everything. Camille's a stranger who just sho

t, hesitated but ultimately agreed. "I agree as we

closer to the door as she heard all her brothers choo

pleas for her safety, no mention of her name beyond dismissal. And Matteo, who was supposed to be her

e past six months crumbled to dust. She was invisibl

der, smirking. "Heard that, princess?

le caught it, a fleeting glint in her eyes. Triu

out, her voice trembling with false sincerity, "Wait!

gaze to Matteo, her eyes pleading silently across the threshold. But he was stari

he kidnappers untied Talia first

ar hug. "Talia, oh God, you'

m gently. "Those bastards, we'll make the

ver her shoulders. "It's ok

ingering on her back. "I couldn't b

hadows with a hollow ache in her heart. Talia shot her a quick lo

d before her, all the "accidents," the setups, the constant isolation. Talia

ht. Camille was left with the remaining kidnappers, one of them w

ike you're the disposable one, huh? Your family doe

er's a smart one, she paid us extra to make sure you don't walk out

was really Talia's doing. Rage

h me!" But bound and helpl

foul against her neck. "Scream all you want, no one's comi

n. She twisted hard against him, slamming her head toward the concrete wall behind her.

shattered the air! The kidnapper staggered back, clut

t th

ugh the warehouse doors. They encircled th

"You sons of bitches! This ain't y

Dante Moretti, making the kidnapper's eyes go wide in fear.

, his steel-gray eyes cold as gunmetal. Clad in a fitted black coat over tactical gear, he exuded detached menace. H

. Human suffering rarely moved him. But then, as he passed the wareh

ely resolute. Even in despair, there had been something

mille. Blood stained her lips, and tears covered her face. Yet despite everything

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shoulder instantly. His screa

e gun calmly. "I

oom fell dea

him weakly throu

. The closer he came, the more

her wrists and her split lip. The tears

to you?" he

n nearly destroyed

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finally lo