Plot Twists Mafia Short Stories & Independence Family Emotions Novels

Don Ettore Vitale's lover, Viola Serra, and I are abducted at the same time. When it's time for Ettore to make his choice, he doesn't hesitate to choose Viola despite always doting on me all the time. "Larissa, Viola can't take this. She's too fragile. Once this is over, I'll definitely make it up to you." "If you choose her, I'll hate you forever!" He remains silent for a moment before whisking Viola away in his arms. I just keep laughing till tears spill down my cheeks. Some time later, I nestle into Ettore's arch-nemesis, Vittorio Romano's arms while smiling at the former. But he keeps begging me to return to him like an absolute lunatic.

Ten years ago, for Dante Russo, I turned down the political marriage my Family had arranged for me and gave up my claim as its heir. Back then he was nothing but an illegitimate son with a price on his head, spat on by everyone. I paid for his surgery, fed him money and information, helped him take the docks and clear out his enemies, and pushed him step by step into the seat of the Don of New York. Then, the night before our wedding, he told me he had a mistress. "The wedding can go ahead as planned. You will still be my only wife." He laid out his terms calmly. "But you have to accept her." He assumed I had lost my Family's protection years ago, that I had no choice but to stay at his side. It was not until I left that he found out everything he owned had rested on me.

To prepare me for life in the Moretti underworld, my boyfriend, Adrian Moretti, had his childhood friend, Chloe Marino, arrange a robbery drill for me every month. At first, they only stole my phone. Then came a knife in a parking garage, followed by someone tailing me late at night. Once I even opened my eyes in the middle of the night to find a masked man sitting on the edge of my bed with a gun pressed to my forehead. Afterward, Adrian told me, "Evelyn, if this is enough to scare you, you're only going to hold me back." Today was the twelfth time. A bullet grazed my ear and buried itself in the wall. Blood ran down the side of my face. I fell to the ground while Chloe stood at the curb, laughing so hard she could barely hold her phone. She waved the phone at Adrian. "I told you she'd be scared witless this time!" "A year, and you haven't improved in the slightest!" Adrian's voice was thick with disappointment. But he didn't know that I began weapons training at six, and at thirteen I got myself out of a kidnapping alone. If I'd wanted, none of those men would have gotten anywhere near my bag. The Morettis had long wanted a marriage alliance with the Castillos, but I had no intention of marrying a man who coveted my family's power. That was why I changed my identity, hid my abilities, and sought Adrian out on my own. Later, I heard Adrian admit it himself. The fearful look on my face made Chloe laugh, so they organized one robbery drill after another. And so I had my father end the marriage arrangement with the Morettis.

My mom passed away when I was twelve, leaving everything she had to me. My dad cried at her bedside, swearing he'd never remarry and that he'd take care of me no matter what. But six months later, my stepmother moved into the villa my mom had left me, with her daughter. She told me, "I'll love you like you're my own." It didn't take long before my room, my clothes, everything, was taken over by her daughter. I got shipped off to a boarding school and was only allowed home on weekends. That went on for four years. After my father had been away on business for months, her abuse only got worse. She even tried to make me take the fall for her daughter. When I refused, she locked me in the basement and left me there to die. I fought with everything I had, found the old phone my mom had left behind, and called my grandfather. On the other end of the line, his voice was pure fury: "No one messes with a granddaughter of the Moretti family!"