Nouvelles Hypocrisy Mafia & Romans Female Growth

When I was five, I was kidnapped, and the people behind it memorized my face. To protect me, my older sister, Julianne, said, "Maddie, you need to stay out of sight for your own safety." From then on, she took my place whenever I was supposed to appear with my fiance, Adrian Moretti. At the grand opening of his casino, she said the crowd would be too dangerous, so she wore my dress and cut the ribbon beside him. At the Conti family's victory gala, she claimed our enemies might be lying in wait, so she took my invitation and danced with Adrian. After every event, she would pat my head and say: "Once the two of you are married, I can finally stop worrying." I always believed she was doing it for my sake. Then, before my wedding to Adrian, she put on my wedding gown and publicly stood in for me at the rehearsal. She posted pictures on her social media page. Wearing the gown that was supposed to be mine, she stood at the end of the aisle with her arm linked through Adrian's. The caption read: [I tested everything for Maddie first. It was all perfect.] The first comment underneath was from Adrian. [That dress suits you.] I stared at those words for a long time as my heart slowly turned cold. It was time to end this game of replacing me in the name of protecting me.

I was the only granddaughter of Don Elias Colin. From the day I was born, I was the Colin family's sole heir. But I'd loved art since I was little. I had no interest in the arms trade or drug deals. My grandfather had no choice but to ask my cousin Ron to run the family business for me. Every year on January first, I personally renewed his appointment as underboss with the family seal. For ten years, I shut myself away in my studio and painted. I never once looked at the books. I just stamped whatever he brought me without a second thought. Eventually, everyone thought the family seal was just a toy to keep me happy. Then Ron said he wanted to marry Morwen Locke. The Locke family opposed the match until I sent them a complete set of one-of-a-kind jewels. I was happy for Ron. As wedding gifts, I gave the couple jewelry and assets worth tens of millions, and on top of that, I gave Morwen ten properties around the world. The day after the wedding, she sold every one of them. She also froze my bank card. Then she threw a file at me. "Here are all the bills you've run up over the years. Ninety million euros in total. "Write me an IOU. "You'll leave the Colin family sooner or later. You can't expect your cousin to support you forever." I looked at the IOU and gave a cold laugh. Seriously? She doesn't actually think the Colin family belongs to Ron just because he's run things for me for ten years, does she? His position as underboss existed only because I renewed it with the family seal, one year at a time. What a coincidence. January first was just around the corner. This year, I didn't feel like stamping it for him.

I am the sole heir of the Corsini family, the biggest mafia family in North America. The first Don left behind one ironclad rule: blood comes before everything. But ever since I was a kid, I've fainted at the sight of blood. Even the smell of gun oil makes me sick. So my father chose Arthur Cole, who had once saved my life, to sit at the negotiating table for me. He'd serve as acting Don, one year at a time. Every Christmas Eve, I had to press my signet ring into the wax before he could run the family for another year. In those ten years, I never once interfered in family business. Everyone thought the annual seal was just a formality. Then Arthur fell for Vivian Miller, a senator's daughter. But her family looked down on him for coming from the mob. So I signed over our most profitable shipping company to Vivian as a gift. Only then did the senator give his blessing. Before the wedding, Vivian sweetly told me we'd be real family from then on. But not long after the wedding, she threw an agreement at me. She wanted to marry me off to a Mexican drug lord. "Marrying General Juárez is the only way you can be of any use to this family." I looked at the agreement and laughed. They'd forgotten who really ran this place. Christmas Eve was five days away. This year, I was planning to pick a new Don.

After we made love, Damon pulled me into his arms and opened WhatsApp. A message from Serena popped up, along with a revealing mirror selfie. "Damon, we had a deal. Once she's slept with you, you're in my bed for the next month." I turned my head, stunned. He kissed my cheek absentmindedly. "Serena and I bet on whether you'd sleep with me today. Looks like I lost. "Let's take some time apart. In a month, I promise you a grand wedding." I looked at him, keeping my face calm despite the cruel joke. On the day I moved out, Damon blocked the villa's front door, frowning. "Layla, it's just a bet between Serena and me. Don't throw a tantrum." I didn't answer. I picked up my suitcase and left without looking back. A month later, he proposed, just as he'd promised. I held up the wedding ring I'd just put on. "Sorry. I don't take back trash."

At the family dinner, Ruby took a drag of Nico Rinaldi's cigar. Right in front of everyone. She’s his "personal secretary." A former stripper. She shoved it back into his mouth, leaving her red lipstick smeared all over the tip. I, Don Nico Rinaldi's fiancée, watched him take a drag without a second thought. Back at the estate that night, I called off the wedding. He ripped off his tie. He was annoyed. "Because I smoked the cigar she handed me?" "The one she dragged on," I corrected him. He glared at me. "Isabella, you're acting like a jealous psycho. Making a scene over nothing. Fine. The engagement is off. Don't come crying back to me." He thought I loved him too much. He thought I'd never leave. But he was wrong. Even the hottest fire turns to ash when you spit on it enough. This time? I was done.