La Padrona Del Diavolo ~ The Devil's Mistress

Prologue : The Betrayal

Author's POV

With tears in her eyes, the five-year-old stared at the people who were supposed to love and protect her.

Her parents stood in the room, glaring at the poor soul. Her older brothers looked at her with expressions of hurt and betrayal. Only her twin brother and fifth eldest brother stood by her side, refusing to believe she could ever do such a thing.

The little girl was being blamed for something she did not do. In the corner of the room, her twin sister lay beaten and bloodied, whimpering pathetically.

The twin brother, twin sister, and the accused girl were triplets.

"D-Daddy! Daddy! She beat me up—j-just because I didn't give her my t-toys!" sobbed the twin sister as she clung tightly to their father.

"I didn't b-beat her, Dad... she's lying," the little girl whispered, her voice trembling.

"HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A THING, YOU LITTLE BRAT?!" shouted her second oldest brother, rage flashing in his eyes.

"I didn't! I would never do something like that!" she cried, her voice cracking with pain and disbelief.

"THAT'S IT! I'M SENDING YOU TO BOARDING SCHOOL!" her father roared.

He turned to the rest of the family for support—and received five nods. Four of her older brothers and her mother silently agreed with his decision.

"NO! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" both her twin brother, Ethan, and fifth eldest brother, Matteo, shouted in protest.

"You don't tell me what to do," their father growled. He turned toward the innocent girl with narrowed eyes. "And you—go pack your bags."

With that, he stormed out, their mother trailing behind him.

Her four oldest brothers continued yelling at her, throwing cruel words like stones. But Ethan and Matteo remained by her side, trying to defend her.

None of them—not even Ethan or Matteo—noticed the wicked smirk slowly spreading across Stacy's bloodied face. She watched silently from her spot on the floor, the perfect image of the victim, while her twin sister—an innocent child—was forced to pack her things.

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The youngest child of the Mendez family stood silently, a small duffel bag hanging from her shoulder.

But what shocked everyone in the room was the utter lack of emotion on her face. No tears. No sadness. Nothing.

Even as her four older brothers hurled insults at her like venom, she didn't flinch.

When the black SUV arrived to take her away, she turned around one last time.

"Goodbye. I love you. I hope I'll see you soon," she said softly to Ethan and Matteo.

Both boys had tears in their eyes. Their baby sister—their world—was being taken from them.

"I'll find you, baby," Matteo whispered. Only Ethan and the girl heard the promise, and she nodded in reply.

She walked toward the door, but stopped when the eldest brother scoffed behind her.

"You're not even going to say goodbye to the rest of your family?" he demanded.

She turned her head slightly, giving him a glance so cold it sent shivers down his spine.

In the most emotionless voice they had ever heard from her, she replied "My family died the day they believed a lie without any proof. The only family I have left is Ethan and Matteo.

Upon hearing their names, Ethan and Matteo lifted their heads and offered her small, sorrowful smiles. The rest of the so-called family stood frozen in shock—none of them had ever heard her speak with such chilling finality.

Without another glance, she spun on her heel and walked to the SUV waiting for her outside.

The parents stood fuming. Their precious first daughter had been harmed, and they believed the culprit was gone now. What no one realized was the truth they refused to see:

They had always hated the youngest triplet.

They had only wanted one daughter—and that daughter was Stacy.

The four older brothers felt conflicted: part of them sad, but another part twisted by anger and pride, unable to question the lie.

Meanwhile, Ethan swore to prove her innocence.

And Matteo made a vow to find her again—and to bring his baby sister home.

Back inside the house, Stacy smiled to herself. A full, victorious smirk stretched across her face.

In her mind, she had finally become what she always wanted to be: the only daughter of the Mendez family. The onlysister to the Mendez brothers. The princess. The favorite. The spoiled one.

She watched with satisfaction as her twin sister—the threat to her throne—was driven away.

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But what the Mendez family didn't know was this:

They weren't sending her away to safety.

They were sending her straight into the arms of the devil himself.

He would break her.

In every way imaginable.

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Yet, despite it all...
What will truly shock them...

Is that she will rise from the ashes—
Like a phoenix.

She will become the strongest force in both the real world and the underworld.
Stronger than all of them combined.

She will no longer be the forgotten girl.
She will no longer be the broken child.

She will return.

She will create a new family—one built from love, loyalty, and truth.

And when she comes back?

She will serve them revenge... on a silver. Fucking Platter.

May the wait begin...