The Phantom Heiress: The Underboss's Obsession

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 748 | Released on: 07/04/2026

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om was a relic of

ies found in the rest of the estate, and s

ve been a prison. To me, it

ack. I moved through the room with a handheld frequen

s, the underside of the mahogany d

a's security favorites-I didn't remove them. I simply disab

wning's slide when a soft, hesitant knock int

he door, my weapon held

it?" I

it's Ca

animal, her eyes darting toward the shadows of the hallway as if

do you

ssed, her voice trembling wit

omposure finally breaking now that she

you can shoot a gun? You have n

e other families, to climb the ladder of the Sy

ing the door and locking it. The sound of the

me for the fact that you

rned on me, her face contorted with

.. the people who 'raised' you... they are monsters, Se

nst the door,

water and the rattle of chains. "How do you know what

her face, leaving her looking skel

he Russo archives-said I died in a hospital fire during a routin

' You didn't think I was dead. You knew I wa

away until she hit the edge of the dusty

ou owe a debt, Caterina? Was I the currency used to pay off Giovanni's early failures? Or did you ju

her eyes-only the sheer, unadulterated terror of a woman whose darkes

put me in the dark," I whispered, leaning in until sh

ho cried for you in the middle of the night. I am your reckoning. If I fi

ing against the stone floor, leaving beh

ke a heavy shroud. I wasn't just in New York to infiltrate.

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The Phantom Heiress: The Underboss's Obsession

Xiao Youzi Mafia

“I was 'Nine', the deadliest assassin of The Syndicate. But yesterday, my boss faked my death in an explosion and sent me to New York. I was ordered to infiltrate the Russo family as their long-lost biological daughter. But my biological parents didn't want me. They loved the fake daughter they had raised in my place. My mother called me a feral stray and tried to shove me into a mildewed servant's quarter, while the fake daughter lived in a grand suite. When the fake daughter cried upon seeing me, my father pointed a finger at my face, yelling at me for disrespecting his precious replacement. "You are nothing but a crude, uncultured mistake trying to ruin her life!" They treated me like garbage, trying to assert dominance over a girl they thought was a helpless stray. But when I cornered my mother and whispered my question, her reaction changed everything. "If I hadn't been stolen all those years ago, would you have even needed a replacement?" She didn't cry for the child she lost. Instead, all the color drained from her face, and her eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated terror. She knew. Even if she hadn't orchestrated it herself, my mother knew exactly why I was kidnapped eighteen years ago. They thought they could bully a pathetic orphan. They didn't realize they had just invited a monster into their home.”