𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬

Chapter 1: The Mafia Heiress

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Sofia Petrova strode through the dimly lit hallways of the Petrova mansion, her heels clicking against the marble floors. At twenty-six, she had grown accustomed to the luxuries of her status but despised the violence that came with it. Her father, Viktor Petrova, was a formidable mafia boss, and Sofia was expected to follow in his footsteps. Yet, she yearned for a life of her own making, free from the constant threat of bloodshed.

Tonight, tension simmered in the air. Sofia had overheard her father's plans for a new territory expansion-a plan that would inevitably lead to a brutal confrontation with a rival family. She couldn't stand by and watch more innocent lives be caught in the crossfire.

"Father, we need to talk," she announced, entering his study without knocking. Viktor looked up from his desk, his sharp eyes narrowing at his daughter's boldness.

"Sofia, this isn't the time," he warned, his tone icy.

"This can't wait," she insisted. "You're planning an expansion that will escalate the war with the Ivanovs. Have you thought about the consequences?"

Viktor's expression hardened. "This is our way of life, Sofia. We don't back down."

"But what about the innocent people caught in between? There must be another way," she pleaded, her voice wavering with emotion.

Her father stood, towering over her. "Enough! You will not question my decisions. Remember your place."

Fury and frustration surged through Sofia. She turned on her heel and stormed out, her mind racing. She needed to find a way to protect those she cared about, even if it meant going against her family.

As she walked through the mansion's grand corridors, she encountered her brother, Dmitri. His expression was a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Sofia, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice softer than their father's but still carrying the weight of their family's authority.

"It's Father," Sofia replied, trying to keep her voice steady. "He's planning something dangerous again, and I can't just stand by and watch."

Dmitri sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You know how he is. He's been in this game for a long time. He knows what he's doing."

"Does he?" Sofia shot back, her eyes flashing with defiance. "Or is he just too blinded by power to see the damage he's causing?"

"Sofia," Dmitri began, but she cut him off.

"I can't do this anymore, Dmitri. I can't keep pretending that everything is fine when it's not," she said, her voice breaking. "People are going to get hurt."

"We're all in this together," Dmitri said softly. "But you have to be careful. Father won't tolerate insubordination."

"I know," Sofia whispered, tears welling in her eyes. "I just... I wish things were different."

Dmitri pulled her into a gentle embrace. "Me too, little sister. Me too."

That night, Sofia found herself unable to sleep. She sat by her bedroom window, staring out at the sprawling city of Moscow. The lights twinkled like stars, but they offered no comfort. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She knew she had to find a way to make a difference, to protect the innocent lives caught in the crossfire of her family's war.

heyyy! this is the author Yui! i know this chapter is quite small, but can't wait for the next one! keep tuned cuz many things are gonna happen 👀