Semua Bab Rebellious Princess: Bab 1 - Bab 9

Seraphina POV I was the daughter of the Grant family. My father controlled half the city's underworld. Gunfire and bloodshed were the currency of his business, the leverage he held over everyone. And I was meant to enjoy the wealth and privilege that came with it, to never know a day's worry. Until my twelfth birthday, everything changed. My parents brought home a girl who looked disturbingly like me, claiming she was my long-lost twin sister, Karen. She hadn't had an easy life, wandering outside our world.My parents' guilt washed over them like a tidal wave. To make amends, they poured everything they could into her hands.And Karen, as if she were owed the world, simply pointed a finger. My room, my cherished dolls, my favorite dresses, even my parents' love and attention—everything that was mine was now hers.Then she set her sights on Marco, the youngest, most promising Mafia boss in the city.She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée.This time, I refused. I

Seraphina POVTears welled up in my eyes, but almost immediately, I found it ridiculous.In my darkest, most terrifying moments, Marco had always been there to say those words. Those same words that had once given me comfort, courage, and a deep, aching sense of belonging.But did he really love me?Just one whispered word from Karen, and he would punish me without a second thought, not caring if I lived or died."Don't touch me!" I thrashed wildly, but his grip on my hands was unbreakable. In a fit of desperation, I bit him. He frowned and carried me back to his house, and wrapped me in a blanket on the sofa.I was about to yell at him, but he handed me a cup of hot cocoa."Drink this," he said softly. "You need to warm up."I curled up, keeping as far away as I could, my body still trembling."Stay out of my business. Just leave me alone!" I snapped.He smiled lightly."Leave you alone? You really think you can live without me?"His eyes and the slight curve of his lips were fill

Macro POVI sat in the meeting room. It felt as if something vital was slipping through my fingers, and I couldn't stop it.My fist clenched on instinct, but there was nothing to hold on to.I forced myself to steady my breathing and carried on with the meeting.After three relentless days of meetings, I had pushed aside every voice of dissent and secured complete control of the Caruso Family. Friends and allies offered congratulations, but the only number I was waiting for remained silent. The last message from Sera was six weeks ago.How was she? Was she okay?In the past six days, I had only managed to see her for a few stolen minutes. God, I missed her.She was a little wildcat, curling into me when she was pleased, while clawing at me when she wasn't.When her father first approached me, asking me to “discipline” his wild daughter, I was tempted to refuse. But the thought of our pending betrothal changed my mind. I decided it would be mutually beneficial to have a well-behave

Seraphina POVI lay back on the lounge chair, letting the sea breeze wash over me as I watched the waves roll onto the shore and slip back again.No lectures from my parents.No scheming from Karen.No hard, unyielding face of Macro.The long-lost sense of freedom finally let me relax completely.This was the life I was meant to have.Yet for some reason, my mind betrayed me, and he crept back into my thoughts.I pressed a hand to my chest. At least it didn't hurt anymore. Not the way it used to.The welts across my back hadn't fully healed. Every day I smeared scar cream across them, careful not to tear the skin. Even here, in a swimsuit, I draped a sheer wrap over my shoulders to hide the marks that still mapped my body.A tall figure appeared, casting a shadow over me. I looked up, and my heart seized. Damn it!Macro.His eyes were filled with a raw, desperate relief, like a drowning man who had finally found a buoy. "Sera," he said, his voice rough and breathless. "I finally

Seraphina POVI watched him stand there, a defeated look in his eyes.It was a look I had never seen on him before. He stood for what felt like an eternity, before slowly turning to leave. But he paused, looked back, a flicker of hope in his gaze."Are you... truly happy now?" His voice was a raw, aching whisper.I smiled, a wide, genuine smile, and nodded. "Happier than ever."The light in his eyes flickered and died. His voice dropped, becoming a low, broken rasp. “Alright. Be happy. And if you ever run into trouble, promise me you'll tell me.”He was gone. His assistant, a ghost in my inbox, kept me updated. My father's business empire had been completely stripped away by Macro, with all profits now flowing directly into my accounts. My parents were moved into a modest apartment, living off Macro's allowances. Karen had been taken out to the countryside by Macro's people, and she never returned.Based on their usual methods, I could probably guess what became of her, but I d