Mafia's Only Daughter ✔

57. A Sister's Agony

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THIRD PERSON POV:

"THEN WHY DO YOU HATE ME?" She asked softly, her tearful eyes fixed on Isandro.

Isandro blinked in confusion, and even Inzandro looked startled by her words.

"Bachaa, I can never hate you. You’re my sister, our sister." Isandro replied gently. At the last part, Inzandro’s glare sharpened in warning.

"But how is it possible? You both were never with Dad and my brothers, nor with Mom and her family. How do you know I’m your sister? And why did no one tell me about you both before? Why did everyone hide about you two from me?" Isabella asked, her words tumbling out in a mix of anger and confusion.

Isandro chuckled at her reaction. She pouted at him, and he leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead. Her eyes fluttered closed as he whispered, "You talk just like Inzandro. He reacts the same way."

"Let’s introduce ourselves properly." Inzandro interjects, seeing Isabella’s puzzled expression.

"I’ll go first since I’m the eldest." Isandro said, "My name is Isandro Petrovona."
"And, I’m the second eldest. I’m Inzandro Petrovona." his brother corrected. "Your turn now, little one."

"I’m Isabella Romano, your little sister." She answered softly but added firmly, "And for the record, you both are Romano, not Petrovona."

Both brothers chuckled at her assertiveness.

"No, we’re not Romano." Isandro said, his voice turning serious. "They’re our enemies."

The statement made Isabella flinch. Tears streamed down her face as she whispered, "Sorry."

"Bhai, calm down." Inzandro intervened gently. "She’s done nothing wrong. She’s a victim, just like us."

Isandro sighed deeply before pulling Isabella close, stroking her hair. "I’m sorry bacha, for scaring you."

"Isha, tell us more about yourself. We want to know everything. I hope you don’t mind me calling you Isha." Inzandro said, and Isabella nodded hesitantly.

She began thinking about what to share, but before she could speak, Isandro lifted her onto his lap, holding her close while Inzandro began massaging her sore legs. Encouraged by their warmth, Isabella recounted her life honestly. As they listened, the brothers pieced together the truth: who their enemies were and who wasn’t. They felt grateful to Thrakos for supporting and protecting her.

Overwhelmed by exhaustion and pain, Isabella fell asleep mid conversation. Both brothers were consumed by guilt over her suffering but also resolved to protect her at all costs. As morning dawned, they woke up before their sister. Isandro smiled as he noticed her clinging to his T-shirt, while Inzandro was pleased to see her legs still resting on his stomach.