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act mirror, I looked different, more like a stranger to my own self. I'd never dyed my hair in the past and now, here I was sitting in the airport with a new identity. Technically,

twenty six and you’d think that I was old enough to choose my own husband and fall in love but that wasn’t the case for me. My father controlled my life ever since I

s thirty and he prided himself in what he did. When I was younger, he would say in passing how I was the next in line since I had no siblings. He had so many expectations for me and as you know I have failed

He believed that if we joined forces together, we would be unstoppable and stronger. My mother was a typical housewife, there wasn’t much she could do to change my father’s mind. My father would never let a woman make a decision for him. On the night of the wedding, she sent me a letter, a passport a

n the mafia and I was ready to disassociate myself from my family name if that’s what it meant. Not to mention, The Genovese name has affected me so many times. As a journalist that never withheld the truth or names involved in crimes, I was constantly called out as an accomplice to the mafia. Not to mention that my father had made so many enemies and mafia rivals all through the years. His major rival and forever enemy were the

art from all the unnecessary threats and drama, I could work with the l

what kind of life awaited me at the other side, I wasn’t even sure I was making the right decision by running away. If things turned out b

on tarnishing him or his image. This felt so wrong, a part of me wanted to run home and beg my father for his forgiveness. I’d get married to whoever h

, it was now or never, whichever decision I was g