The Mafia and The Billionaire

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t help but feel the mounting intensity in the air. It was a

ng me to make a mistake with every action I take. I couldn't really blame her. Glancing around the living room of our mansion, I noticed that, as usual, Grand

needed to return to Ling City immediately, where I had spent six years of my life. "Serene, do you unders

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d began to perspire, causing me to feel uneasy. "My dear Serene, you're alrea

ip, hoping it would calm my trembling nerves. "It's not that I'm rushing you, Serene, but you must choose a suitable husband who understands the intricacies of our family and can support our business endeavors,

e the tremors coursing through my body. "Grandma, do we truly nee

rity. "Your mother worked tirelessly for this legacy, and you, my dear, possess her intelligence and re

less times since my arrival. I have embraced the path you set for me, and I want you to know that I willingly chose it. However, I implore you to find som

andma to continue dominating the conversation. "And Grandpa, will you just allow

er of a mafia. In Portico, our family was renowned for our kindness and generosity, always ready to lend a helping hand to those around us. However

is actions. As for his mistress, she would not achieve her desired outcome, and neither would their illegitimate child. Dad ha

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ile I was still tightly holding onto my mother's hand. It struck me as odd that he wore a hat and sungla

stion to my mother with an ominously twisted smile: "You're happy, right?

im. While I was already frightened by our circumstances, he appeared unfazed. Sensing the danger, my mother

ct me from harm. When I called out to her once more, I tugged at her hand, my concern for her overwhelming. And then, I watched

Mom. We will bring you to the hospital.” My tears stream

't care that my mother was lying, unconscious. Thankfully, the people around us saw our distress and rushed to our aid, helping

olace in having a playmate—a distraction from the pain of my mother's sudden death. However, it soon became clear that Mavie was anything

cry, but instead of asking her what was wrong, I couldn't help but cry too. Because the weight of missin

ore a smug expression as if they knew something I didn't. As a young child, I couldn't comprehend their

fusion. At that moment, Dad's hand met my cheek with a stinging slap. That was the first time he had ever hurt me, and I was s

her, who harbored little affection for me, would put on an extra show of love. I often wondered why, but as

andma's, and you will stay there for the rest of your life, never to return. Did you understand?" In my you

of his family, and it became evident that he had been unfaithful to my mother. My grandparents held a deep disdain for him, which is why they never

well-known. My grandparents believed that our adversaries were responsible for my mother's death, and they feared that they would come afte

be able to abuse and deceive me as my father had done to my mother. When the time came for me to re

of Flash

Emotions can cloud your judgment and lead to poor decisions. Stay focused on your goa

nights I had spent crying, questioning why my father had never shown me the love I so desperately craved. Why had he only been kind to me whe

dness and determination. The wounds inflicted by my father's actions still

. But I knew that I had to let go of that longing and focus on the path ahead. "He will no longer have the power to hurt me." Gr

prove to her that I had grown stronger and wiser. I was no longer Serendipity Dylan, but Sere

a journey of self-discovery and transformation. I honed my skills, sharpened my intellect, and fortified my resolve

ent. But I held onto Grandma's words, reminding myself to stay focused and composed. I would not l

is another thing, and claiming it would not be an easy one. I’m sure that Lorenzo will not give it to me willingly. But armed with t