Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord
I cried in my father's hold, my body trembling against his as tears flowed down my cheeks.
"I am sorry, Angela. If Isabella isn't taught a lesson, she will not learn. She will not understand that you're her sibling, and no matter what your sins may be, her duty was to protect you," Dad said, his voice barely above a whisper to comfort me.
"No, Dad. Two wrongs don't make a right. I forgave Isabella. After all, she is my sister," I cried, and my father sighed.