Prologue

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Loud thunders roared above the city of New york as two womens in different hospital were struggling with the immense pain of labours to bring out the life inside them, the rain poured down heavily directly from heaven to the city damping it's streets as fierce winds blew from everywhere to everywhere, everyone was inside their house sparing themselves from the heavy storm going on

In this heavy rain, A hospital stood protected by thousands of mens where the women known as the wife the the most feared mafia king was fighting with death and life in order to bring her child into this world, While her husband himself was besides her holding her hands tightly

"Just a little more! My love!" He cooed in order to comfort his wife as she nodded weakly

Her breath quickened with each contractions as her heart raced not just from the pain but from the joy of knowing her child would be born into the shadow of great power and protection. The world outside may be dark and dangerous, but in this moment, she felt an overwhelming sense of hope.

As the nurse counted down the final moments of labor and asked her to push as she did with a loud cry and all the strength she never knew possessed
as a loud thunder echoed in the room and immediately after it a loud cry of a newborn was heard, yes their baby came into this world in the room as the mother layed weakly on the bed

Tears of joy ran through her eyes as all the pain vanished infront of that cry echoed in her ears indicating the baby is healthy, she looked at husband who looked at her and kissed her knuckles again and nodded as they looked at the doctor who was holding their little bundle of joy

"Congratulations King! You've been blessed with a baby girl!" The doctor cheered as the lady looked at her husband who was frozen at his place

He looked at her in shock as more tears of happiness flew by her eyes

Without wasting a moment He kissed her forehead with pure love as he whispered a soft thank you to her.
Happiness ran across the corridors of hospital as the little angel was handed parents arms wrapped in a soft blanket, she was born with ethereal beauty with an innocent soul holding the power to write her own destiny at any cost, sleeping peacefully in her father's arms

While on the other side of the city the other women known as the wife of a normal man was struggling in a normal hospital with labours as she tightly grabbed those railings above her bed loudly growling with contraction as her husband just sat outside the room hearing those painful screams mingling with the loud thunderclaps echoing in the silent corridors

That's when he hears it, the crying of a new born as he stood infront of the room his heart beating high as the doctor soon opened the door holding a little life in her arms as the man looked at her and the baby sleeping peacefully in her hands

The doctor smiled at him

"Congratulations! It's a baby girl!" She cheered as the smile on his face vanished! That not what he wished for still he smiled as he took her from her arms and went back to his seat..

He looked at his daughter who resembled him in every way with a blank as he realised that the storm outside has gone and he heard the silence of the city, She was born not just with his resemblance but with every desire of him as he Smirked and kissed her forehead

"Welcome my little angel! A Boy or a Girl! Doesn't matter! You can fulfill my wishes too! Won't you do it for dad?!" He said not knowing she is born with her fate entwined to that powerful heir, she was not as beautiful as that glamorous heir but surely was a symbol of silence
but soon the storm started again more wild than before

As the storm continued to batter the city, lightning flashed, illuminating the sky for a some moment, as if the universe acknowledged the significance of this night.

In one hospital, a legacy was celebrated; in another, the shadows of disappointment and desires loomed large. The girls, unknowingly bound by fate would grow up under the same skies, destined for paths that would inevitably cross, each carrying the weight of their lineage and the unyielding grip of fate.

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