Betrayed By Blood, Claimed By The Don

Chapter 2

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scraping a dull line across the floorboards, over to the family safe. It w

llar bills, each bound in heavy rubber b

st and clung to Rosa's arm. "Oh, Papa, this is too much." She turned

nzo had tossed onto the table in front of

"Oh, I'm sure Mom and Dad just didn't want you to attract the wrong kind of attention." She patte

a reward for your decryption score, sweetie." Rosa turned her gaze to me. Her smile vanished, replaced by a t

essly. "Don't be mean, Mom. It's still something that Sera

stomach. I knew exactly how much manipu

s thudding against the hardwood floor. He tossed two boxes onto the center of the d

cryption gear for my favorite sister.

d jumped out of he

ousand dollars." Luca looked at Serena with pure adorati

chest. "Nothing is too ex

he flap. Inside was an outdated, gray burner tablet. It was the kind of cheap tech

ned silent. I shoved the gray tablet back into the box.

en glance

?" Serena asked in

tired,"

She's just dead weight with a miserable attitude." He pointed th

't even look at me. "She's eccent

door. The heavy wood cut off the laughter an

d of imported delicacies. Everything on the table was Serena's favorite. There were creamy pastas, del

"Can I have a simple, spi

icult." She glared at me from across the table. "Why can't you

ate, fully accepting the reality that my

nnel files, operational weak points. They were already testing me, feeding me fragments to see what I could piece together. I worked until my eyes burned, and for

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Betrayed By Blood, Claimed By The Don

Xiao Xiaosu Mafia

“I was born into a ruthless Mafia family, but while my twin sister Serena was treated like a golden princess, I was just the disposable pawn. I secretly broke a decade-old Syndicate decryption record, proving I was a tactical mastermind. But when the results came out, my parents and my childhood crush Luca completely ignored me. They crowded around Serena to comfort her over her failing grade, and told me my flawless score was just a system glitch. To fund Serena's initiation into the elite ranks, my mother stole my $38,000 hidden escape fund-blood money I had starved to save for eighteen years-just to buy her a gold bracelet. When I confronted them, my brother dragged me across the floor, and they locked me in my bedroom. "You are an ungrateful asset, and you should be honored to contribute to her success." I had played the obedient, slow-witted soldier my whole life, giving up my food, safety, and dignity. I couldn't understand why my own bloodline was so eager to bleed me dry just to manufacture Serena's fake perfection. They thought I was trapped in that dark room, broken and waiting for their mercy. Instead, I wiped my digital footprint, accepted a recruitment offer from the most lethal Mafia boss in New York, and climbed out the window. This time, I chose to rule the shadows myself.”