Swapped at Birth, Claimed by the Mafia King

“In our family, my sister Isabella was the prized mafia princess, while I was the secret daughter kept in the basement and treated like a stray dog. After I accidentally scalded my hand with boiling espresso from sheer exhaustion, my mother didn't even look at my severe burns. Instead, she violently shoved me into a plaster wall just to make sure Isabella's silk dress was clean. To make matters worse, my parents calmly announced they were selling me as a cheap bride to an old Chicago boss to pay off my father's gambling debts. The buyer was a ruthless wolf who had already collected life insurance on three dead wives. Isabella faked delicate tears in front of the syndicate guests, but gave me a venomous smirk the moment they looked away. I was thrown back into the dark storage closet to wait for my doom, my blistered hand throbbing in pure agony. I didn't understand why my own flesh and blood hated me so deeply, casting me to a murderer while giving Isabella the entire world. I was absolutely terrified of dying slowly at the hands of a monster who bought me just to settle a debt. With a cold certainty pressing in, my trembling fingers pulled out a mysterious burner phone I had found in the trash. I pressed the call button, dialing Dante Falcone, the deadliest Don in New York. "Are you truly looking for me?" I whispered into the receiver, praying he would claim me before my family could destroy me.”