How to Hide the Mafia Boss' Child

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s born, I was alread

ast consigliere, and my father, the current head of the caporegime, are influential people in the m

ost lethal clan there is. And we, the Ricci’s, worked alongside them for years a

in that department too. My grandmother gave birth to five sons, and all of them became part of the caporegime, with my father being the highest-ranke

ng was p

l I

was born—the only daughter in the entire Ricc

rid of me, then I wouldn’t even exist in this world. I don’t know what’s better, really. There a

I was a normal girl who loved flowers, dolls, bright colors, and the like. I thought that was a normal thing to do. However, it wasn’t normal i

llowed to go to school and experience the daily life of a teenager, I was stuck at home being

would always hear. And although it infuriated me, I couldn’t do an

made me feel loved. Whenever my father went to work, we’d sneak out to the flower garden and play with the

ings are really boun

ay came—when I

harsh weather. I didn’t really mind one bit at that time. I was actually happy that I could once again show my real sel

e back, so I scrambled to get rid of all the evidence that sugges

gret ever

een the one to

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ear

accumulated when I was snacking on them. I felt proud of myself since I was ab

e more, frowning when

I heard my mother’s voice, along with multiple other voices. It was strange, though, since I couldn

rprise when I saw the scene before me. Multiple men dressed in black surrounded my m

ed, although his face couldn’t fully be seen because of the hat that he was wearing. And

an

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iar sound of my brother’s voice along with t

d and saw his disdainful

s that were lingering in my eyes. I haven’t dreamt of my mother for so long and rel

ther told you to wake up early today since it’s your departure, but look at you. It’

lips together. I know that saying somethi

minutes, or else. Father’s going

finally left m

lly frazzled my mind, and I honestly don't want to do anything other than lie down in bed. However, knowing that my

he water dripping down my chin and some down to my neck. I let out a sigh as my eyes travel down my features—dark hair, blue eyes, a small nose,

head. At thirteen years old, I witnessed my mother’s death right in front of my eyes. My fathe

them. It really is my fault. If only I was strong enough…If only I had listened to

ool, of wanting to experience the normal life of a teenager and decided to dedicate my entire life to training. I n

and brothers were waiting for me downstairs, and I kn

hing prepared for me when I got down. However, it was the same old scene—my father and brothers silently eating tasteless oatmeal at the table. Every time one of my brothers had to enter the system, I rem

eeted and sat down o

y when our eyes met for a millisecond. I had always been scared of him ever since we were young. He was the silent but deadly type. He definitely upholds the title of the oldest Ri

opposite. He was a vocal man who always expected to get what he wanted. He has a big body build, and he’s not afrai

than me, and he’s honestly my favorite brother. We aren’t that close, but I can tell that he doesn’t despise me. It’s ju

d up from my seat and placed my plate on the sink. I was about

a tone that made me

xpectant of what he was going to say.

aid, his eyes never leaving

d and nodded.

” Abel said in a teasing tone, obvio

re was a nagging feeling in my heart that told me to reach out to him. I was hoping, deep inside my heart, that

why was I expe

ing and looked me deep in the eyes. I held my

n a goodbye. Heck, not even a

nce more, his voice still s

, fa

a disapp