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“Am I wrong? You looked down on me because I was adopted! You made me do all the dirty work just to be able to eat!” My parents never expected their most beloved child to backstab them. Once they accepted what was happening, my parents and Jenny started to blame each other for the murder of those children. Watching them fight with each other for once felt good. Just as I was about to leave, Jared found me with tears streaming down his face. “Why didn’t you tell me the truth? How could I treat the child of my parents’ killers so well? I’ve been such a terrible son.” Watching him cry, all I felt was apathy.

“I know I act like what happened with Charles doesn’t hurt, but it does. I might hate him now, but you don’t just forget that kind of betrayal overnight.” Wyatt nodded. “I get it. Betrayal doesn’t disappear just because you wish it would.” “And to make it worse, my father knew he was gay. And they still wanted me to stay with Charles. Like I was nothing but a pawn in some deal. Even though they’ve never treated me like their daughter, why would they do that to me? Why adopt me if they were never going to care for me?” “Those people were never your real family. They used you. That’s it. But you’re not alone. You have Eleanor, the twins and me by your side. We are your family.”

This was the rule every Mafia daughter had to obey. I retreated a step back and let the weight of my family's betrayal settle deep inside me. My father's betrayal, my mother's silence, my brother's indifference-they left me no room to fight. The pain in my chest turned cold and unyielding with every step I took in retreat. Luca Romano's Office

My adoptive parents and Carmen uploaded a video online. It was meticulously edited to paint me as a cruel, malicious adopted daughter. The title read: "Raised Through Hardship for Twenty Years, Adopted Daughter Jealous of Biological Daughter, Sends Adoptive Brother to Prison." The video lingered on a close-up of my adoptive mother kneeling on the ground, paired with mournful music. Carmen cried on camera, her face streaked with tears, claiming her illness and implying that I had provoked her brother.

I couldn’t finish. Damien moved then, crossing the room in two strides. He gripped my shoulders hard enough to anchor me. “Listen to me, Adrian. He’s expecting us to lose our heads. He wants you broken. If you run into this blind plan, you’ll lose her. You’ll lose everything Including yourself.” I hated that he was right. But that didn’t change the truth battling inside me: my father had betrayed me. Betrayed Clara, Betrayed Evelyn. And maybe he’d been planning it all along,

I raised four abandoned boys as my own sons. I gave them my home, my money, my connections, and eventually enough power to run the four most important divisions of Leeds Group. For seventeen years, I believed they loved my biological daughter, Elena, like a real sister. Then she called me from a school bathroom. “Mom, help me.” By the time I arrived, her uniform had been torn open and bruises covered her body. My four sons had heard her screaming. They had done nothing. They were standing outside protecting Sabrina. According to them, Elena was spoiled. She had too much, while Sabrina had too little. So they decided to teach her how to give things up. First, it was a dress. Then

In our pack, every child received a barrel of moonwine at birth, to be opened on one of the most important day of their life. When my adopted sister Rosalie and I received our college decisions, Mother gave her both her moonwine and mine. “Rosalie got into the Royal Wolf Academy,” Mother announced. “We should all celebrate her achievement.” My brother Callum brought out his own barrel, declaring, “Rosalie has made us all proud, so I’m opening mine as well.” Father poured Rosalie the first glass and raised a toast in her honor. Even my boyfriend, Julian, arrived with a bouquet of moon lilies for Rosalie. No one acknowledged me. “What about me?” I asked. Mother’s smile stiffened. “You’re the A

When I heard that my father and my husband, Luca Santangelo, had been ambushed and killed in Sicily, I was preparing Thanksgiving dinner with the other women of the Valenti family. The bodyguard who brought the news was soaked in blood. "The Don's been killed, and Mr. Santangelo's been shot dead! Marco and Nico fought their way out with their men, but Moretti's people are still hunting them!" The words were barely out of his mouth when a shrieking alarm tore through the night. More than a dozen SUVs blocked every exit, and masked gunmen pounded on the gates. Outside, the men were jeering. "Before dawn, we drag every last one of them to the Moretti dungeon. Torture them first, then wait for t

I've never been one to take a loss. If my dad, Jared Ingram, buys a cake for my sister, Harper Ingram, I'll demand to have half of it. If my mom, Lindsay Sutton, buys a phone for my brother, Simon Ingram, I'll demand to buy a new digital tablet. When I'm eight, my whole famy goes on a trip, and once again, they forget to buy a ticket for me. I run out onto the main road and call the police using a passerby's phone, claiming that my parents have abandoned me. My parents, who have only just left, are forced to turn back. Mom is so furious that she throws my adoption papers at me. "Beth, you're adopted. What more do you want from me?" From that day onward, I stop fighting for what I want

"Then explain it to me. Because I do not understand. I look at you and I see a successful man. A man who has everything. A man who could have any woman. Why my daughter. Why my little girl." I looked at him. A father. A man who loved his child. A man who was trying to protect her. "I cannot explain it," I said. "I have tried. I have asked myself the same question every day for months. And I do not have an answer. I just know that when I saw her sitting by that fountain, something in me changed. And it has not changed back." "She was your son's girlfriend." "I know." "You betrayed him." "I know." "You betrayed my trust. I invited you into my home. I poured you a drink. I treated you like fami