The Mafia Heir: His Forbidden Queen

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ly. I lived a pampered life between my parents and my older sister, Mira. I wasn't strong. I wasn't fierce. I

moon lighting up our nights. I never imagin

.. everythi

okes. The smell of roasted meat filled the grand hall. T

flames

but the fire was consuming everything. I saw them-masked figures moving through

ntrusion... it

the marble. Corpses lay scattered, windows shattered,

sword stained, his eyes scanning for me. I ra

ng to his side only to see

He slowly withdrew the blade, letting my father's b

, my father pushed me t

, Ce

Mother,

final words, before the s

heard were my own heartb

I f

ow far I ran. All I remember is bleeding,

ed into some

... w

e was tall, rugged, with dark brown hair and a black leather jacket o

y stranger. He wa

e you?" he asked

er. Then dark

-

of coffee and fine leather. I heard a quiet fire crackli

lly a

sitting in a large leather

pered, my voice bare

skey glass. "I found you in the forest, bleedi

hand on my head. One thing wa

s your

then whispe

y last name-I

and owner of the country's largest combat network. I don't like uninvited guests. But since you're

d the blanket and whispered, "Becau

ion. He didn't ask more. He ro

e and learn to protect yourself

were swollen, burning with un

re won't be easy. I won't be kind, and I won't spoil you. You'll be like a little sister to

hed by the fire with her family. What

el isn't merciful, but he's fair. He's more than a powerful m

ied with them. He will learn otherwise

ill return as a storm of fire... and I wi

―

her. I became Celine Joseph. Michael showed no mercy-and I didn't ask

f. Stone floors try to hold me steady-but fail. Eyes watch me from every d

n the center of the circle. No anger. No warmth.

p as steel: "Here we are. In front of ever

pounds against my chest as I force myself forward. I stand b

we don't have to perform this in

as always. "This is

ious. He wants me to hit him in front of everyone. Does he want t

ight blow-barely touches his

es my lungs. I collapse to the ground. Pain rips through me, deeper than a

d faces. But

at him from the floor. "Do you think I'm a doll you can kick

softly but deadly: "No, I think you're still that pampered princess... who

ore me from my old world and rebuilt m

ere. The floor tightens arou

―

g him into the wall. The boy trembles. He repeats the same sce

e. I speak coldly: "If you killed everyone who looke

fierce: "You see glanc

for him... of himself. "No. You see threat in everythin

fist. The stone cracks. Dust

of himself. "This isn't a romance novel! There's no hands

s-I've become a fighter. But I wasn't born one. He planted that fire