For as long as she can remember, Mirabella Alexandra Russo has lived a nightmare—trapped in a home filled with cruelty, enduring years of abuse from her stepfather and stepmother while protecting her sick younger brother. She thought this was her fate—until everything changed in one violent night. When her abusers meet a bloody end, Mirabella is thrust into a world she never knew existed. Her biological father—powerful mafia don Alexander Russo—claims her as his long-lost daughter. Along with his five dangerous, fiercely protective mafia sons, he offers Mirabella the family she was always denied. But life among the ruthless Russo empire is anything but simple. Caught between brutal mafia politics, deadly enemies, and the complicated emotions of her new brothers, Mirabella must navigate a world where trust is scarce, loyalty is everything, and love may come from the most unexpected places. As she struggles to heal from her past, Mirabella will discover just how far her new family is willing to go to keep their princess safe—even if it means burning the world down.And amidst of the chaos, she falls in love with the Russian Mafia Don, Alex Romano. With twisted fate and struggle, will they find their love at the end? Read more to find out!
Lihat lebih banyakMirabella
As I sat on the roof of my run-down house, I gazed at the sea of stars twinkling at me…The cold air made the open bruises numb with pain… The intrusive thoughts of jumping down a three-story house never left my mind, but one voice stopped it. "Mira? that's dangerous... " The voice was faint, and I looked to my window to see a 7-year-old barely able to stand. I tiptoed and jumped in my room… "I am fine Puto.. Why are you still up? " He shrugged and spoke. "I came to see if you were asleep. " (Translation:I came to see if you're still alive… ) I nodded, and he walked back to his room. I stood until I saw his beanie disappear. I signed and sat on the mattress on the floor… If I survive, then that's because of him. He is my half-brother from mom. His good name is Peter, but I call him Puto as a nickname… He was only 3 when diagnosed with rare leukemia. All the chemotherapy and medicine made him bald, and only the beanie made him a bit confident. Mom died when Puto was a year old. She was my biological mother who gave birth to me. I don't know if my mom was blind to not seeing the toxic man he was. But I can't really blame her because he acted as a saint to her. I was only 7 when she met him, and he was a regular face in the house for one month. I didn't like him much. At first, I thought he was my actual father, but mom made it clear that he wasn't. Not even 3 months passed, and he permanently moved to our house, which is this one… Mom was a superwoman who did 3 weeks a day to buy this house for permanent shelter for me and provided everything that was in her reach. But things changed when he came onto the scene. He was so sweet at first to mom and me that we were both on the path to diabetes. But he remained the same for her but treated me coldly in her absence… Cold treatment to scolds to grounding to hitting me physically in her absence, which he addressed as discipline. At first, I thought that he was doing things right until I learned that it was not. But it was too late because mom trusted me to him and would leave for days with that man. From hitting me with my hands, he went even further to using a knife and slashing my back. I was 9, and he threatened to kill mom if I spoke about that… I remained calm, but he started doing it in front of mom as well. And one day she was suddenly pregnant and Puto was born. That man was over the moon to have a son, but mom made it clear that she wouldn't be providing for Puto much if he didn't work. They had fought all the time until he really got the job as toilet cleaner. I still remember the day I returned from school and saw red and blue lights flashing in front of our house. I felt the horror creeping in me, thinking that he really did what he threatened me with. I imagined mom being carried out and that's exactly what happened, but the reason was different. She actually died due to a tumor in her head and collapsed when the neighbor's auntie came to talk. My brother was still cradling her... That disgusting man didn't return home until with a woman, claiming to be his wife of 3 years... He wanted to kick me out but the lawyer my mom hired showed up. And actually, this house is in my name and all her assets are in my possession. She left a hefty amount of money for Puto, but only as medical expenses, so we didn't die of sickness. Maybe she knew that he would do anything to obtain the money. All that wealth couldn't be used until I turned 18. I'll be turning 18 in 4 months… They knew I'd die, then gave it to them, so they kept me in their hands. Puto is my lifeline and their pawn to keep me… Puto knows and wishes to die before I turn 18, which obviously hurts me. I just lay back and wished mom hadn't died, and I could tell her everything. I now realize why she always forbade me to call him dad. I wish I knew my current dad. But what's the guarantee that he is good? Maybe that's why she kept me away from him. I closed my eyes, blocking away the pain from the hits from a few hours ago… I had to go to work tomorrow anyway. Next day.. I woke up feeling too sore to walk, but I had to get up for Puto… I have insomnia after having to wake up for a few hours at night to check on him. I got up slowly and hissed in pain. Grabbing one of my three office pants and a shirt, I walked into the bathroom to shower… I put the coldest temperature and stood under the water… I could see a bit of blood dripping, and I knew my bruises were open after the beating that psycho woman gave me. Damon, my stepfather, wasn't enough that this woman adds up. I got out of the shower and dressed up before going to Puto and giving him his medicine before cooking the breakfast… I left after feeding Puto before they woke up… I walked into a company that's not very small but not very big. It was from another big company. I was lucky to get in despite being underage. The authorities here are blind to rules and only demand quality work. And I just fit in after years of freelancing… Today one of the future CEOs of the bigger companies is going to be visiting and I, being the most trustworthy, the CEO of this company told me to guide him. I waited until a luxurious car, screaming rich stopped… I straightened up my coat and put on a smile, though I felt like crying because of the pain. The door was opened by a man in a black suit and I saw a black boot before a sight of light brown hair and then a perfect honey-skinned man getting out. His eyes were brown like chocolate and, trust my soul, I never gawked at a man like that. "Hello sir! I'm Mirabella Alexander Russo.. I'm here as a guide as we tour the company… " He looked at me and I saw shock flash in his eyes before becoming cold again. "Your... name?! " That was a weird question at the first meeting and I had already told him. "Mirabella Alexander Russo.. " I said politely, to which he stood quiet before nodding, and I led the way... We walked to sectors and I explained in detail till we headed towards the CEO's room for the overall review. "You know Alexander Russo? " He suddenly asked, "You mean my father? “Mirabella I hesitated. I had obligations. Responsibilities. But the thought of getting away—of breathing somewhere no one knew me, where no expectations hung heavy in the air—was achingly tempting. “Where?” I asked. He grinned. “Anywhere you want.” I thought about it. Then, impulsively, I said, “Anywhere you'll take me...” His grin widened. “Now you gotta trust me on this...” The flight was booked for three days later. Dad grumbled. Uncle Matteo tried to sneak cash into my purse like I was a broke teenager.. Uncle Ace was different.. He handed in some knives and a gun and told me to just kill him if something happens.. But they let me go. Because for the first time in a long time, they saw the light returning to my eyes. They saw me coming back.. The old Mirabella.. Who smiled.. Who talked.. Who made the place lively and chaotic.. And that was worth everything.. And they would trade anything to bring back what was once lost because of them.. The place he brought m
Mirabella My mouth parted in disbelief. Father-in-law? I turned sharply to Alex, but he just grinned down at me, wicked and charming and completely unfazed by the stunned silence settling over the room. Dad, however, was less amused. “You’re cocky, boy,” he said, voice low and dangerous. His arms folded across his broad chest.. Alex didn’t flinch. He simply tucked me closer into his side, his fingers splaying protectively over my shoulder like a silent claim. “I’m confident,” Alex said. “Because I love her. And I’m not walking away again.” I felt my face heating, not just from embarrassment but from something deeper—something dangerously close to pride. He wasn’t hiding. He wasn’t apologizing. He was choosing me, openly, without shame or hesitation. Uncle Matteo coughed into his hand, clearly trying—and failing—not to smirk. Nonna and Nonno exchanged amused glances, whispering to each other in Italian too fast for me to catch.. Surprisingly my brothers only rolled their
Mirabella Silence. It stretched thick and slow between us, sticky with tension and breathless wonder. My heart pounded in my ears like a drum, echoing louder than the words that had just been spoken. Alex knelt before me still, the ring in his palm glinting softly under the warm light of the bedroom. His eyes—green and burning with devotion—looked up at me with something I couldn't name. Hope? Certainty? Desperation? But all I felt was the flood of confusion roaring in my chest. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. “I…” I began, my voice trembling. He waited. Patient. Still. That was always Alex. He never pushed, never demanded. Even now, with his heart bared and his body quite literally kneeling before mine, he was giving me room. And yet that only made it harder. I stared at the ring. It was exquisite—elegant, bold. Just like him. Just like us, maybe, once. Before everything fell apart. Before the throne. Before the silence. Before the ache. My fingers twitched at my s
Mirabella We both left the next morning after bidding everyone goodbye..No one objected cause they knew that things need to settle down between me and Alex..Moreover I was returning home..They would be returning the next day.. When we landed, it was already night..He asked if I would like to go to his penthouse and I agreed.. The door behind us shut with a soft click as we bot entered..Emotions flooded through me as I stood in the middle of the living room.. “When you left,” I started.. “I waited. For days. Weeks. I told myself you’d come back. That you just needed time.” My voice faltered slightly. Just slightly. “But you didn’t.” “I didn’t know how to come back,” Alex replied, stepping near, voice low. “I was afraid that if I stood beside you, I’d ruin everything you were meant to be.” “I was never meant to be this,” I whispered... Finally being honest.. “I became this… because I had to survive without you.” Finally, I turned toward him. The guarded queen was gone. I
Mirabella I looked down at him—Alex Romano, once my lover, now a broken man on his knees in front of me. The same man who left me when I needed him most, now begging for a chance to make it right. The silence between us was suffocating. “Get up,” I said, not unkindly—but not gentle either. He didn’t move. “I said get up,” I repeated. My voice didn’t rise. It didn’t have to. Still, he stayed kneeling, head bowed like a knight before a queen. “I will not rise until you command me,” he whispered, his voice trembling under the weight of everything left unsaid. I turned my back to him and walked to the window. The night outside was black velvet, pierced only by the faint glow of the estate lights. “You want to prove yourself?” I asked, arms crossed. “Then tell me… Why did you leave? Don’t give me the noble speech. I want the real reason.” I heard him shift behind me. Then his voice, raw and real: “Because I was scared.” That stilled me. “Scared that loving you would be your
Mirabella I stretched on my bed and yawned.. I had a very good sleep after a long flight.. Plus I needed extra sleep hours to look magnificent.. It's already afternoon.. Banquet is in the evening.. I looked at the dress that hung on a hanger.. I bought it after landing.. I deliberately chose a backless dress to showoff my tattoo.. I am proud of it.. It has became part of my identity now.. I got up from the bed and walked in the bathroom.. I discarded my clothes before standing under shower and let the water flow.. After almost 9 months, I felt a bit relaxed.. But it still stung me somewhere.. This situation could have been handled in other way.. I know they were worried that something could happen to me anytime but they could have tell me.. Why didn't they tell me? It's still a question to me.. I trusted my everything with them but they kept things hidden from me.. I always have to find out through third party or overhearing.. It hurts knowing your own family informs you noth
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