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Trusting someone more than yourself can break you, it will destroy you, so much that you won’t recognize yourself.
Something similar had happened to me.
Being born into a criminal family and that too as a girl was no less than a curse for me. But by the grace of God, my father did not treat his wife and daughters like trash as the other criminals.
My grandfather, Francesco Romano, was a member of Bratva, the world’s biggest criminal organization. He is a mobster and his job is to smuggle weapons all over the world. Francesco Romano was a ruthless and cold-hearted man, but his son Alessandro Romano, my father, was the total opposite of him. My father hated bloodshed because in this bloodshed he lost his mother and brother, but being the son of Francesco Romano, he was forced to get involved in the mafia world.
When I was six years old and my younger sister Grace was born, my father fought with my grandfather and sent three of us from Italy to America to keep us away from this mafia world. He had sent us away, but he knew that our destiny would periodically pull us back into this mafia world.
My mother started raising me and Grace like a normal child and meanwhile, my father kept coming to meet us, and we were always in touch with my grandfather.
After completing my higher secondary with good marks, I decided to go into the fashion line. I applied to Columbia University to pursue my degree in design and I got admission without any problems.
I had not made many friends since childhood because I did not want them to outcast me when they found out about my family background. I liked being alone more and when I came to New York, I had in my mind that I would study quietly without getting involved with anyone, but then I met Justine here.
Justine was my first boyfriend who showed me New York and came close to me by making thousands of promises of love to me just to use me. He used me, but because of him, I learned the most important thing; not to trust anyone.
After breaking up with Justine, I started enjoying my college life like a normal teenager. My male friends taught me how to ride a bike, and after skipping some lectures, I began exploring the mountains on bike trips with them. I often danced in pubs late into the night, having fun and letting loose with my friends, though I never developed any emotional attachment to any of them.
At one point, I thought I was incapable of being emotionally attracted to someone, but then Alessandro Russo proved me entirely wrong.
