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"You're a weapon, Alessia. You're strong enough to survive this."
To save the family's cherished adopted daughter, Isabella, my fiancé Marco handed me over to our Russian rivals.
My own father, Don Falcone, saw my sacrifice as a small price for a truce.
My only hope was Luca, my childhood friend, who swore he'd bring me home.
He lied.
A week later, as I was being psychologically broken, I was forced to know a lavish party at the Falcone villa to celebrate Marco and Isabella’s engagement.
The Bratva leader saw it as an insult and left me to die in a fire.
But I was reborn from the ashes.
This time, when Marco knelt and begged me to go, I simply said, "Fine."
Now, five years later, Marco and Luca look at me with haunted eyes, begging for the girl I was.
"I’m not Alessia."
"And I’m already married."
My debt is paid.
Now, it's time to collect theirs.

Love Blooms From Embers

"Don't forget, you're not capos anymore. You're disgraced failures, kicked out of the family. Without my kindness giving you a place, you'd be nothing but two pathetic mutts, do you hear me!"


Her voice was shrill, and the two men flinched.


After she finished her tirade, she finally noticed me standing between them.


When she saw my face clearly, her eyes widened in shock, and she stumbled back.


But she quickly regained her composure.


"Well, well, you found some street trash who looks a bit like that bitch, and you think you can make a comeback? Let me tell you two something, I'm not crazy. Alessia is dead, and no one will ever threaten my position as the only heir to the Falcone family. If you dare try anything, I will make you suffer."


As she spoke, she swung her hand to slap me across the face.


"And you, can't you see I'm pregnant? How dare you try to seduce my men?"


On pure instinct, before her hand could connect, I moved.


Chapter 9