Plot Twists Mafia Short Stories & Homewrecker Karma Novels

Just after leaving the shopping district, six months pregnant, I was struck and thrown to the icy pavement by a modified Bentley. I collapsed onto the ground, clutching my lower abdomen in pure terror, desperately crying out for help. Yet the woman driving the car simply locked the doors and sat comfortably inside, casually touching up her makeup. She dialed her phone, complaining into it without a care in the world. “Darling, I think I hit someone. Some crazy woman is on the ground trying to extort us…” Within minutes, a motorcade from a powerful mafia family sealed off the entire block. Heavily armed men surrounded the scene, forcibly turning away every paramedic and ambulance that tried to get close. Clutching my bleeding stomach, I dragged myself along the ground, desperate to crawl past the perimeter, only to be pinned down hard by two men. “Don gave orders that nobody moves until we figure out what happened.” The woman stepped out of the car, her designer boots clicking against the pavement as she looked down at me with disgust. "If you’re looking for a payout, you picked the wrong target. How annoying.” The call was still connected, and from the speaker came a bone-chilling, familiar voice. “Don't be scared. Stay in the car, and I'll have my men clean up the trouble.” As agonizing, tearing cramps ripped through my stomach, hearing that voice felt like grabbing onto my last lifeline. I let out a blood-curdling scream, shouting his name. “Brett! The 'trouble' you're trying to clean up is your own child!”

I had always known my family hated me. Or maybe more accurately—they hated me for taking their real daughter’s place for so long. When they finally found Lily, their real daughter and sister, Matteo, the brother I grew up with, told me to disappear. Father, Don Kane, never looked at me twice again, no matter how hard I tried. Mother treated me like I was invisible. But they never let me leave. They made me stay and suffer. One day, Lily did something horrible, and they threw all the blame onto me. I was locked away in an asylum. When I was finally released two years later, the Kane came looking for me again, smiling as they called me their real daughter after all. A little too late for that, don’t they think?