5 Mafia Brothers Abused Princess
Soulmy sister stole my mate, and i let hermated in the shadow of my sistermom caught memarked by my stepbrother
Her eyes were lowered, but the second I saw her, I knew.
That was my daughter.
I moved before I could think and dropped to one knee, pulling her into my chest.
She didn’t push away. She stiffened, yes—but then slowly, slowly, I felt her lean in. Her body relaxed. Her head rested against my shoulder. My throat burned.
“My baby girl,” I whispered. “My Principessa.”
Mirabella
The scent hit me first. Sandalwood. Expensive cologne. Something warm and familiar. The same smell I used to get from a shirt kept in mom's closet.. Sometimes she would let me wear it and smiled..