Discarded Heiress: Reborn from Mafia Prison

prison to take the fall for my adopted sister, Chiara. H

andon me at my family's estate. His reason? C

n the third-floor storage room, so as not to

e I was treated like a ghost. When I refused to join, my mother

omous whispers. But prison was my university

crifice; I was disposable. The love I onc

el I'd set up years ago. A single message was waiting: "The offer stand

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ears in prison was a gift. He said it was his way of protecting me

seven y

California sun blazed off the chrome, a brilliant, blinding light that never reached the chilling stillness in his eyes. He looked exactl

y fractured piece of her soul-was dead. I had buried her somewhere between the third

my heart race. Now, it was just a sound. He opened the

s a bitter laugh

ing the small space. It was suffocating. As he drove, the silence between us s

to that night. The

ough a made man from the Falcone family, shattering the fragile truce Dante's father

war. And Chiara, my beautiful, fragile si

ey ch

lla, had whispered, her hands cold on my should

en more direct. "This is

ked at me with cold eyes, telling me

ought. I told them I wouldn't

t an empire from the ashes of his father's. He was feared, respected, a devil who commanded loyalty throu

id, his voice devoid of all warmth. "They'll hand you over to the Falcones. You know what

He promised we would be mar

ced confession. A stacked deck

sm between us was wider than the seven years we'd been apar

the screen, and for the first time, a fissure appeared in

voice tight with concern. "S

ook at me. "I ha

eping marble staircase I grew up on. He rushed past the butler

cker of pity. "Miss Alessia. Your parents have instructed me to prepare

th its balcony overlooking the gardens. A smal

broken. And my purpose was served. The love I once felt for Dante, for all of them, had tu

release papers. Inside, an encrypted channel I'd set up eight years ago-a desperate, secret

mestamped three minutes ago. "T

and steady, moved

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