Five years ago, when my dad finally found me in a foster home in the slums of Novastone, I was nothing but skin and bones. Cigarette burns from my former foster parents still scarred my arms."Let's go home, Eva," he'd said.I thought I finally had a home.That was, until the day of his funeral.As I stood by my dad's coffin while the lawyer read the will, I learned the truth. The daughter he had finally found would inherit poison and an impossible task. Within five years, I was supposed to win the sworn loyalty of one of the three family power holders.My half-brother, Alessandro Andreotti, was now the family's Underboss.Benedetto Martini was the heir of the Martino family and my fiance in a political marriage.Lastly, there was Roberto Foscari. He was the chief medical advisor and intelligence officer—Dad's most trusted fixer.For five years, I tried desperately to please them all.Alessandro sneered, "Don't call me your brother. You don't deserve it.""The marriage will h
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