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The Real Daughter They Wanted Dead
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Familial Bond
Healing
Mafia
Girl Power
True and Fake Heiress
Family Emotions
Biological Family
Remorse Family
After fifteen years away, I was finally brought back to the DeLuca family. I thought I was returning to my real home. Instead, I walked into a house where the adopted daughter wanted me dead, my father treated me like a burden, and my brothers would rather watch me bleed than make her cry. On my first day back, she set dogs on me. That night, I was dragged to the top of the observatory and forced to apologize to her. When I fell from the tower covered in blood, they still called me a liar. Because in the DeLuca family, I may have been the real daughter by blood— but she was the daughter they loved. She thought she could bully me, poison me, and freeze me to death without consequence. She was wrong. Because the night I nearly died, my mother finally chose me—and turned a gun on the whole DeLuca family.
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Three years later, the last of the DeLucas were gone.Roland died in his second year down south after a fever tore through the marsh camp and left half the dock crew delirious. Leon lasted a little longer. He got into a fight over ration money, took a pipe to the leg, and never really recovered. By winter, the infection had done the rest.When Alessandro’s man brought the news, I was in the courtyard trimming rosemary.My mother sat nearby with coffee and a shawl around her shoulders. She listened, dismissed the messenger, then looked at me.“How do you feel?”I set the shears down.The truth surprised me with how simple it was.“I don’t hate them anymore,” I said. “That would still mean they get space in my life.”A slow smile touched her mouth. “There she is.”It was early fall. The air smelled like leaves and wet stone. My lungs still hated sudden cold, but they no longer ruled every hour of my life. I had limits, bad days, and scars that were not going anywhere. But I also had morn
The Real Daughter They Wanted Dead Chapter 9
Roland and Leon were not executed.My mother wanted something slower.Alessandro stripped them of the DeLuca crest, their accounts, and every piece of territory still tied to their name. What was left of them got shipped south under Commission order to a failing port operation in the gulf marshes, the kind of place where men disappeared by inches rather than bullets.Men like Roland and Leon were not built for that kind of ending.On the morning they were transferred, my mother asked if I wanted to come.“Yes,” I said.The transport lot smelled of diesel and rain.Roland was already there in cuffs. Leon stood beside him, thinner than before, all the future knocked out of his face.The second Roland saw us, he dropped to his knees.“Veronica. Yvette. Please.”My mother did not move.Roland looked at me. “I know sorry means nothing. I know it doesn’t fix any of it. But I was blind. I let the wrong people run my house, and my daughter paid for it.”“You didn’t let the wrong people make de
The Real Daughter They Wanted Dead Chapter 8
The old matriarch’s death rippled through the city, but nobody said much where Alessandro Visconti could hear it.Without Commission cover, the DeLuca name had become something people preferred not to touch.Inside holding, things got worse fast.Kane’s leg never healed. Infection set in, then spread. Three days later he died burning with fever and cursing everyone in reach. When they told me, I felt nothing stronger than surprise.Sofia lasted longer.She screamed for two straight days after learning the old woman was dead. Screamed that she was the real daughter. the only daughter. the one who belonged.Nobody came.By then I was strong enough to walk short distances without help. When I told my mother I wanted to see Sofia before sentence was carried out, she studied me for a moment and nodded.“All right. We go in, we say what we came to say, and we leave.”Sofia looked terrible.Not dramatic terrible. Real terrible. Split mouth. hollow cheeks. hair hanging in dirty knots around he
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Commission holding was all steel, bleach, and concrete.My mother wouldn’t let me into the lower levels, so I watched from the observation room upstairs with a blanket over my knees and a live feed on the wall.Roland looked ten years older.He sat at a bolted metal table in a gray detention shirt, hands cuffed in front of him, every trace of polish gone.My mother walked in and stayed standing.“When Yvette was born,” she said, “who helped take her out of that hospital?”Roland stared at her. “What?”“Sofia’s biological parents came to my house today. They’re gutter trash. They could not have pulled off a switch in a secured hospital without help. So I’ll ask again. Who inside the family made it happen?”He looked genuinely stunned.“Veronica, I swear to God, I don’t know.”“Try harder.”“I was in Boston the week you gave birth,” he said. “Handling the Moretti port deal. You know that. I wasn’t even in the city.”“If you knew and stayed quiet, I’ll bury you. If you didn’t know, start
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