LOGINI had been trying to get pregnant for six months. Ernest Marino, the Don of the Marinos, would personally make me a herbal brew every day to ensure that my body was properly nurtured. He watched me tenderly as I drank the brew and whispered into my ear, "You're a good girl, Mia. You need to drink this, no matter how bad it tastes, for the sake of our baby." When my full black hair started to fall, and my gums began to bleed for no good reason, I found out that it was not medicine I was drinking. It was an immunosuppressant. Ernest had spent six months showering me with adoration, turning me into the perfect organ donor. The herbal brew I had been consuming would make it so that the recipient, his precious stepsister with uremia, would not experience rejection symptoms. He thought that I was a woman who could be treated anyway he wanted. However, he had no idea that I was a Corleone. I was from Severia's oldest, most ruthless mafia family, the Corleones.
View MoreOn an island in Severia, inside the old castle of the Corleones, was the location of the power center of the underworld. A black flag was flapping in the wind by the sea.I was wearing a long, red down with the skirt trailing long behind me. My hair was put up high, and my fair, slender neck was exposed. In this place, I was no longer the weak designer known as Mia. I was Mia Corleone, the queen of this place.Silvio was by my side. He had taken off his bloodstained cloak and replaced it with the dapper suit that was worn only by the Don."Mia, a report from Micosa has just been delivered."Silvio placed a photo of Micosa's most dangerous slum in front of me. Ernest was crouching next to a heap of garbage as a group of beggars was beating him up over a piece of bread that had just been stepped on. His hands were once used to play the piano and sign contracts, but were now covered in dirt.As for Anna, she had managed to live six months in the warehouse. Every piece of her skin w
Anna's surgery was a success, well, at least from a medical point of view. Ernest's kidney has been successfully transplanted into her body. However, the Corleones' doctor would not allow her to die so easily.Silvio had hired the top medical team to look after her. Their mission was to ensure that they could prolong her pain regardless of the price. An abandoned warehouse in the suburbs of Micosa had been modified into a dark, simple hospital room. Anna was covered in tubes while lying in her bed. She had to bear the internal pain of two different blood types and DNA massacring each other in her body, as she had no anaesthesia or anti-rejection drugs to help her through this. She could feel her organs being torn alive right inside her.I pushed open the doors of the warehouse. The light shone on Anna's contorted face as she looked at me while trying to say something. She was croaking at me, and she sounded like an old, dehydrated bellow."M-Mia… Just… kill me…"She struggled to
Ten minutes. That was all it took for Ernest's business empire to collapse in Micosa.I was in a black sedan printed with the Corleone family crest. Silvio was cutting his cigar elegantly next to me. "The old coots of the Marinos have been taken care of, Mia. "Even the Micosa banks have been issued a warning by the headquarters," Silvio informed me casually. The Marinos' life was in his hands, and he could change their fate with just a flick of his fingers.I looked out at the scenery flying past me.Micosa.I thought I was this city's favorite child in the last six months. It turned out I was just a plaything locked up in a cage."Silvio, I want the Micosas to lose every asset and every cent," I said softly. "That includes their mansions, their clothes, and everything they have under their names."He nodded and made a call. "Half an hour, Micosa. Make sure they end up applying for bankruptcy. Freeze all of their assets. Every trade they make will come under the Corleones."
The stench of blood and gunpowder filled the air inside the surgery room. It was the scent of death.Ernest sat limply on the floor. His left wrist had a bullet hole in it, and blood kept dripping from it onto the white tiles of the surgery room, but he felt no pain. It was because of the fear, a fear that chilled him to the bones and deep inside his trembling soul. The fear had numbed every nerve in his body.He stared at the red tulip insignia. That was not an insignia to the underworld, but an invitation sent out by Death itself. Nothing could make it out alive where the insignia was seen."S-Severia… Corleone…"Ernest's voice was shaking badly. He looked up with great difficulty at me while I was still sitting on the surgery table. I wiped off the bloodstain on my hand slowly as I looked at him coldly, as if he were dead to me.Silvio stood in front of Ernest. He was a big, muscular man, and his shadow cast over Ernest completely."Ernest Marino."Silvio crouched and patted


















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