The Mafia Princess

Prologue.

The Fioravanti family, renowned for their wealth, notoriety, and influence, has dominated the Mafia landscape across Europe and Asia since 1850. Their proficiency and meticulous attention to detail have made them a prominent force in the criminal underworld, enabling them to forge alliances and rivalries simultaneously.

However, a peculiar characteristic sets them apart: the family line consists exclusively of males, with no female descendants. Tragically, any woman who marries into the family meets an untimely demise within seven months, a pattern that has become a chilling tradition perpetuated by others. Despite rumors suggesting the Fioravanti family murders their wives due to misogyny, there is no concrete evidence to support these claims.

However, the family desires a female heir to continue their legacy and is willing to take questionable actions to achieve this goal. As a result of a tragic event, a child was separated from their parent, leading to lasting trauma and mental instability, causing the child to struggle with their sanity and harbor feelings of resentment.

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A joyous celebration of a baby girl's birth turned into a nightmare when a sudden gunshot shattered the festivities, causing blood to splatter and screams of agony to fill the air. From that moment on, the baby girl's life was marked by misfortune and tragedy, as if her luck had been cursed from the very beginning.

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A young woman, dressed casually in loose clothing and a hoodie, enters a cafeteria. Despite the curious stares from the other customers, she remains unfazed and proceeds to an empty seat. As she settles down, a waitress approaches her to take her order, and she responds with a feeble smile.

"The usual." she said.

The waitress nodded and leave.

Despite the visible signs of abuse on her body, the woman removed her jacket, revealing her scars, in a setting where people refrained from intervening due to the influence of the perpetrators. She attempted to self-medicate her wounds by wrapping them with a bandage and using a pin, while a waitress brought her a first-aid kit, which she left on the table.

"Here's the key. The vehicle is at the back of the diner with all the things you need. Passport also has been made." the waitress said as she place the take-out food on the table.

Nodding in agreement, she collected her takeout and backpack before heading straight to the back of the diner. There, she spotted a black 2016 Mercedes C63S, promptly opening the door and starting the car with the key ignition. After inspecting the necessary items in the car trunk, she retrieved her passport from the right side of the seat, glancing at her name and photo before driving away.

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[Main Character POV ─ Fallon]

The name is Fallon.

Fallon Kim Raphaella Kiselyov Fioravanti.

I'm 17-year-old, bearing the discomfort of an unhealed scar but I was resilient due from my past experiences. I embarks on a road trip from Massachusetts, hoping to get away from the psychological pain I've endured for my whole 15 years. Maintaining a speed of 120km/hr, I remained vigilant by constantly checking the rearview mirrors to ensure that I'm not being followed. In an unfortunate turn of events, I found myself being pursued by the police due to excessive speeding.

Despite my attempt to increase my speed by 5, the excruciating pain became unbearable, forcing me to reduce my speed and pull over. As the police officers approached my vehicle, I lowered the window, but before I could utter a word, I succumbed to the pain and lost consciousness, plunging into darkness.

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Regaining consciousness, I found myself in a medical setting, struggling to open my eyes and comprehend my surroundings. My vision was blurry, and I could make out two individuals standing nearby, scrutinizing a clipboard that seemed to contain some form of medical records. As I attempted to move, I realized my mobility was restricted, noticing wires attached to my left arm. A doctor, clad in a white coat, approached me, presumably to assess my condition.

"How are you feeling, Miss Fallon?"

"Horrible." I replied.

With a hoarse voice and a dry throat, I found myself in a medical setting where the doctor pressed a button, causing the headrest to rise and granting me a clearer view of the surroundings. Among the individuals present, one man stood out-he exuded a fierce and slightly menacing aura, yet there was an underlying concern in his gaze as he stared at me. Meanwhile, I attempted to catch a glimpse of the doctor's badge to ascertain his identity.

"Doctor Rogers, Matthew Rogers." I said softly.

Matthew laughed seeing my reaction. I pout. "Why are you laughing?" I asked.

Matthew turned to look at the guy standing at the corner with his arms crossed.

"Archer, your sister is cute." he said. Archer smiled. "She is. Even when she pout."

I looked at the both of them in confusion. Sister? Cute? What?