Mafia Resentment

Just one misstep, but the cost was exorbitant. Everyone who knows me refers to me as a demon with an angelic face. Moxie Guerra was my name. Seventeen is my age. I'm the type of woman who has high standards for everything. I would only want the best food if I were to eat. If it were up to me, I would only wear the finest, most expensive clothes. When it comes to a man that I like, he has to be super rich, super handsome, and super popular. I am descended from my father's concubine, who passed away after I was born, because of that my father's second family despises me. Since my father was a mafia boss, I was raised in the most hazardous environment possible. Nobody thought I was patient or compassionate. However, I was terrified of my father. And that's what my weakness is. But when I learned that my father had made the decision to marry the richest son in the nation without seeking my consent, my invisible horn appeared. I wasn't a mafia boss' daughter for nothing. I'm as self-centered as my father was. I go to a location I know my father won't suspect I'm heading to. I stop in the closest bar before leaving. When I had enough bravery, I drove to my mother's town, where there were many trees and other plants, and the road was not made of concrete. My entire existence was more significant than my fastidious attitude, despite the fact that I loathed living in a normal province. My automobile, however, collapsed in the middle of a huge highway on the way there. I managed to survive despite being drunk. A man in a black Hummer drove up and saved me. His awful, dangerous smile.