Meet Giselle Rose Moretti, an assassin known as "the Killer" and an undefeated underworld street fighter in the name of "the Devil's Angel."
She was kidnapped at the age of five, tortured, and trained to be a bloodthirsty killing machine.
She is als...
Authors note: please READ so before you begin my story let me remind you I'm not a professional writer to say the least this is my first book. I wrote this for myself and for the readers who would love my book and I know you would find a lot of mistakes, type where you think is she for real. I don't like anyone saying any shit or commenting before even start reading. If you DONT like it just go back and never read my book please. I don't need your criticism like some said or any opinion on how I should write my own story. You are so free to comment and tell me any mistake I've done which I would appreciate always. I love my readers but some of y'all too much. This is a Wattpad story for fucks sake and it'll never be realistic. (Not at least my fantasies;) thankyou.
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~𝑮𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊~
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Giselle Rose, though I go by the surname Gracia. I never knew my biological father. Instead, I was taken from my mother at the age of five by the Russian mafia, the sworn enemies of my so-called father.
Despite my desperate cries for help, no one came. I was subjected to years of both emotional and physical torment. They trained me to be a weapon, and I quickly became their most lethal asset a shadow known only as "the killer."
Hundreds of lives have ended by my hand in service to the Russians, but not a single soul has ever seen my face except for those who were about to die. On the streets, I am feared as the "Devil's Angel," a brutal street fighter with a chilling reputation as a psychopath. Those who know of my abilities tremble, and for good reason.
But beneath the terror I inspire, my past continues to haunt me. The scars left by my captors never fully healed, and I struggle daily to control the rage and sorrow they left behind. Yet, I carry on with my duties, knowing that there may never be a way out of the life I was forced into.
As I grew older, I learned the truth about my family. They were the infamous Italian mafia, a heritage I had no memory of until that revelation. The very men who had stolen my childhood often spoke of them, a constant reminder of everything I had lost.
A question lingered in my mind.If my family was so powerful, why couldn't they find me? What was the point of being the most influential mafia in the world if they couldn't even protect their own?
But maybe they didn't care. Maybe they had forgotten about me. Either way, it didn't matter. The Russians had raised me, and they had forged me into a weapon. Loyalty, for me, was never to a family it was to myself.
Then, two years ago, I met Anastasia Davis during a mission. She, like me, was a Spanish mafia assassin—a fierce street fighter, and a woman with a sadistic edge. Despite the cold brutality we both shared, she became my closest friend and confidant. We worked together on mission after mission, building a bond that neither of us had ever experienced before.
Ana and I made plans to escape the Russian mafia's grip, and eventually, I did. For the next two years, I worked alongside her under the Spanish mafia, led by Don Diego Gracia, who took me in as his own. Unlike the other families I had encountered, Don Diego's mafia was built on respect, loyalty and surprisingly kindness.
Don Diego saw potential in me beyond just my ability to kill. During my time with the Russians, the only thing I had ever requested was an education, and they granted me that. Thanks to my high IQ, I graduated from college with a degree in fashion design by the age of fifteen.
With that knowledge in hand, I decided to create my own clothing line, a brand I named Elle's. Some might call it narcissistic to name a brand after myself, but I see no problem with it. It's my identity, after all, and my brand is the embodiment of that.
With Don Diego's investment, I launched Elle's and within just two years, it became the number one clothing brand, rivalling the likes of Gucci, Prada, and Chanel.
In the business world, I go by Giselle Rose Gracia. I became the world's youngest multi-billionaire, and while I've traded my guns for business suits, I'm still known as the world's most feared assassin: "The Killer."
