His Mafia Princess's Revenge

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hospital room door swings open. Isabella enters, leaning heavi

imps toward him, her eyes wide and pleading. "Please, don't blame Seraphina. It was a

e. It makes her seem compassionate while

embrace, his voice thick with possession.

s gone, replaced by a blizzard of cold fury. "Yo

ts me like a physical blow

, but two of his Soldiers who had been standing guard o

ars when he's about to destroy a rival family, not the fac

rutal world, are dragged into the room. They are forced to thei

his?" my father ask

o says coldly, his eyes fixed on me. He nods to

against the hands pinning me down. "Do

ng me to watch. "Why?" he snarls, his face inches

y mother's scream of agony. It tears through

ally. "Isabella pushed me! I'm telling

to," he says, his voice flat. He bel

time when he'd told me my word was the only truth he'd ever

e, a triumphant smile on her lips. "Ninety-three percent,

beaten until they fall silent, their bodie

creaming," Isabella murm

made of glass, and carries her out of the room, steppin

ts, my tears soaking their torn, blood-stained clothes. "I'm so sorry,

elp them. He shakes his head, his eyes

's orders are clear. Not until you'v