Rejected By Blood, Crowned By The Don

“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.”