Rejected By Blood, Crowned By The Don

Chapter 2

Word Count: 632 | Released on: 11/06/2026

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Rejected By Blood, Crowned By The Don

CAMILLE BERRY Mafia

“On my eighteenth birthday, my mafia parents exiled me from our estate, freezing my bank accounts and leaving me with exactly thirty-two dollars. They demanded I crawl back and kneel before my older sister Isabella, or they would strip my Famiglia protection and let the syndicate's wolves tear me apart. I managed to find a safe haven sweeping floors for Donna Rosa, a revered underworld Matriarch, but my family refused to let me escape their grip. When my university acceptance letter accidentally arrived at their compound, I went back to claim my only ticket to a clean life. My mother slapped me hard across the face, while Isabella poured scalding coffee over the document, destroying my future with a smug, triumphant laugh. When Rosa stepped in to shield me, my father hurled a heavy crystal decanter at her, and my parents violently shoved the elderly woman until her head cracked open against a stone pillar. As bright red blood pooled on the white marble, my parents didn't even check if she was breathing. "She's a human trafficker trying to steal our property, and you are nothing but a deceitful bitch!" I stared at the people I once called family, sickened by the realization that their love was just a leash, and to them, I was nothing but an asset to be liquidated for Isabella's benefit. With shaking hands, I pulled out my phone, shattered the unforgiving law of Omerta, and dialed the Don's emergency line to report my own bloodline.”