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58-Sweden prince

Author: Daisy_bell
last update publish date: 2026-03-14 02:48:00

[ SOFIA’S POV ]

The air in the ballroom had turned from tense to lethal. Through the crowd, I saw him, Simone. He moved with a cold, jagged arrogance that earned him his title: the Mafia Prince of Sweden. He didn't just walk; he carved a path through the guests, his presence as sharp as a sub-zero winter.

"Simone," my father said, forced warmth coating his voice as he stepped forward for the traditional greeting. They exchanged a brief, stiff embrace, the kind men share when they are both hidi
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    [ Mira's POV ] Before I could even blink, the ground completely vanished beneath me.With a sudden, violent shove, Michael didn't pull me closer, he threw me off his lap. I tumbled through the air and landed hard on the cold floor, the breath knocked completely out of my lungs.Shock and absolute disbelief froze my veins. I scrambled up onto my hands and knees, staring up at him like a stranger. "Michael...?" I called out, my voice cracking with pure humiliation.He didn't look at me with desire. He didn't look at me with the pathetic, lovesick devotion I had counted on. His face was carved from stone, his eyes colder than ice."What did you take me for, Mira?" he asked, his voice dripping with venom. He stood up slowly, towering over me. "Get out. Be gone before I come back," he spat, turning his back on me and walking out the door without a single backward glance.Left alone on the floor, a suffocating wave of hot, blinding anger crashed over me.My body shook, not from fear this t

  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    103-He knows

    [ Mira's POV ]I stood near the edge of the dining room, looking down at the pathetic maid in absolute disdain. The very woman who had just sold out her own biological daughter was now kneeling on the floor, wailing and tearing at her clothes.I rolled my eyes and scoffed quietly, staring at how utterly disgusting she looked. How could a mother betray her own daughter like that? I thought, a sneer twisting my lips. It made my stomach turn.Then, realizing I could turn her on my side, at least if her foolish daughter failed me then the mother should be at least useful. I quickly switched off the cold expression. I smoothed my features into a mask of deep, sympathetic pity and took a few soft steps forward.I knelt down right in front of her, gently taking her trembling, cold hands into mine."Ma’am, please don’t cry," I said, my voice dripping with honeyed sorrow. "I am so, so sorry for the loss of your daughter."The maid wailed even louder at my words, a guttural, ugly sound, with s

  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    102-The poisoning

    [ LILA’S POV ]I lay on my bed, pretending to be fast asleep.Suddenly, I heard the door click. Someone walked into my room. I didn't open my eyes because I already knew exactly who it was. It was Dad.A small part of me felt a rush of satisfaction. I was sure he was here to beg for my forgiveness. Or maybe he had finally come to his senses and realized that lying whore Iris didn't belong here. Maybe he was ready to chase her out of our house for good."Lila, I know you’re awake, sweetheart. Talk to me," he said softly, his voice coming from right beside my bed.I snapped my eyes open and glared up at him, the anger boiling over inside me."No, Dad! Go away!" I shouted, sitting up and pushing his hand away. "You betrayed me! You and Mom betrayed me!""Lila, honey," Dad said softly. He sat down on the edge of my bed.I immediately crossed my arms over my chest and turned my face away, refusing to look at him."We didn’t betray you," he continued, his voice full of pain. "You know how

  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    101-The end of the Russo’s

    Elizabeth's POV"So much noise and energy, right, Elizabeth?" Luke said, finally standing up from the couch. He stretched lazily, his movements completely relaxed, like a total bastard.I let out a shaky breath, trying to steady my racing heart. It was just Salvatore and Michael standing in that doorway. Surely, between my son's loyalty and Luke's brute strength, it would be more than enough to shield me and buy me enough time to escape through the back window. I had already lost one child tonight; if my son had to give his life for me too, well... it wouldn't be that bad. As long as I survived to claim the Damascus fortune, it would all be worth it."Boss," Luke called out all of a sudden.Before I could even process the word, Luke dropped heavily onto his knees right in front of Salvatore.Salvatore didn't even look down at him. His dark eyes remained fixed entirely on my son, a slow, terrifying smile spreading across his face—a smile that didn't reach his eyes at all.Boss? Did Luk

  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    100-Hello Elizabeth

    [ MIRA’S POV ]"You have two minutes to tell me why you’re here," I said, leaning against the doorframe and crossing my arms.I glared at Iris’s sister, the adopted daughter of the Damascus family. She was lounging across the plush velvet couch in the private room given to me, looking around the space like she owned the place. The sheer, unadulterated arrogance radiating off her was enough to make my blood boil.Lila didn't even blink. Instead, she slowly tilted her head back, looking down her nose at me."And what right do you think you have to talk down on me, Mira Moretti?" she spat, her eyes flashing with pure disgust. "You’re nothing but a pig the Moretti's picked from the slum."I stared at her for a few silent minutes. The room was deathly quiet as her words hung in the air. Then, a chuckle bubbled up my throat, breaking into a loud, hysterical burst of laughter. I laughed so hard that actual tears began staining the corners of my eyes."What did you just call me?" I asked, wip

  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    99-Happy birthday to me

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  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    17-Out of the room all of you

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  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    60-Internal turmoil-i

    [ IRIS’S POV ]The air in the room, once thick with a dark, seductive heat, suddenly turned ice-cold. My lungs felt like they were filling with glass. Every protective touch he had given me, every word of "safety" he had whispered, felt like a phantom stain on my skin.I backed away, my heels hitti

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  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    61-Internal turmoil-ii

    [ IRIS’S POV ]I sank onto the edge of the velvet-covered bed and pulled the notebook from my bag. Blank pages. Pencil. It was a small comfort, a tether to the world where I had some control. I began to sketch, not people or landscapes, but the layout of the fortress that I managed to see last nigh

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  • BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER    59-The man who killed my mother

    [ IRIS’S POV ] The first thing I felt was the silence. It wasn't the heavy, watchful silence of the Russo estate; it was a vast, mountain silence that made me feel like the only person left on earth. I opened my eyes to find the other side of the massive bed empty, though the imprint of a head on

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