Truth doesn't stay buried forever. After everything that shattered in a single moment, the Valente family is no longer fighting in the shadows-they're fighting for her. As secrets unravel and loyalties are tested, Azalea is forced to face the truths she once tried to outrun... and the ones that were kept from her. But truth is dangerous. It doesn't just heal-it destroys. With enemies closing in and the past refusing to stay silent, the line between protection and control begins to blur. And as everything around her spirals, Azalea must decide who to trust... and whether love is strong enough to survive the truth. Because this time, silence isn't an option. And every truth comes at a price. ( This is the second book in a duet, the first book is Owned by Silence)

At two years old, she was taken from everything she knew - a powerful father, devoted brothers, and a home where she was treasured beyond measure. Kidnapped by the one person meant to protect her, she vanished without a trace. Raised in cruelty by her mother and stepfather, she grew up believing pain was normal and love was something earned. She never knew she had been stolen - or that an entire empire had been quietly searching for her. For fourteen years, her father and brothers tore through cities, secrets, and bloodlines to find the daughter and sister ripped from them. Now, as she turns sixteen, the truth begins to unravel. And when a mafia family finally finds what was taken from them, they don't let go easily.

[𝐃𝐮𝐞𝐭 𝟏&𝟐 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐥𝐫. 𝐌𝐲 𝐈'𝐝-𝐓𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐫𝐭𝐬] Don Marcello Salvatore does not do mercy. He does not do soft. He has never, in his entire ruthless life, done children. Then his men find a three year old girl sitting alone in a Naples warehouse at two in the morning, no name, no parents, no explanation for how she got there. Just dark curls, steady eyes, and one small hand held out, waiting for someone to take it. He takes it. Six brothers. Three uncles. A house full of cousins, allies, one Spanish mafia capo who falls just as hard as everyone else, and exactly zero people prepared for what one tiny girl is about to do to all of them. Investigator Giulia Ferraro arrives looking for answers nobody in this family has. She finds a little girl already wrapped completely around the coldest men in Italy, and a mystery that goes back further than anyone wants to admit. Some families are built by blood. This one is about to be rebuilt by a three year old who chose them first.

The family's mother seemingly ran away 8 months before the triplets were born. Though their family missed her after searching for a year they gave up and realized that she did not want to be found never knowing about the triplets. She had the triplets and gave them away to a kind man and his wife at 6 their father died and their adoptive mother started to bring her boyfriends around. These boyfriends helped their mother become a drug addict and they started the abuse to the young kids. The kids moved around a lot growing up living wherever their mother's boyfriend was living and later with their step-father where the abuse got worse when they were 10 years old. Throughout their lives, the three were abused and tortured in every way. When the triplets are 15 their mother and step-father are killed leaving the triplets alone and after a DNA test by social services, they get sent to their father and brothers meeting them for the first time. This book was taken down so this is the edited version

Alessandra has never believed in safety. Life never gave her a reason to. Pain carved her childhood, silence became her armor, and trust? That was a luxury she could never afford. So when she runs -- bloody, broken, and barely breathing, she doesn't expect saving. She certainly doesn't expect to be taken in by a family dripping in wealth and power and. . . warmth? A mother who refuses to give up on her. A father who watches like he's waiting for her to let him in. And six brothers. Rough. Protective. Complicated. Brothers, who don't know what to do with a sister who won't speak. She doesn't know how to trust. How to believe that maybe not everyone wants to hurt her. Every instinct tells her to run. To shut down. But they don't let her go. Not when she flinches. Not when she hides. Not even when she breaks. Happiness is for other people, or that's what she believes. But when love comes wrapped in gentle patience and fierce protection, when hands reach for her without demand, when hearts break themselves wide open just to hold her... she starts to wonder. Can a girl stitched together with silence and fear ever belong in a family built on love? Can she stand tall when the ghosts of her past refuse to let go? And when danger claws its way back into her life, threatening everything she's come to know... will she find her voice, or will she shatter all over again? Trigger Warnings: Child abuse. Violence. Addiction. Panic attacks. SA. Self-harm. Death, and more.

Taken from her family at the age of four, because of a deep grudge, Aria doesn't remember the place she used to call home. All she knows now, is silence and pain. All she has is her broken self, and the hope of being free one day. She's been called a curse, and she's been called worse- to the point where Aria doesn't know what is true or not. She'll never escape the hell she's in, she'll never have a home or a family, right? *Sneak peek* Aria: "Where the hell are you?!" I wake up with a jerk on the cold floor of the kitchen's store. The rope that he used to keep me there when his friends were over, bit into my skin, and was now stained with red. He had forgotten. Again. But that was a good thing, because it means I didn't get beatings last night. I tired to move, but the pain from my ankle was sending vibrations to my brain, and I winced, my back hitting the wall hard. I closed my eyes, praying he won't find me- but luck is never on my side. He opens the door, and smirks as he looks down at me. His eyes were clear, he wasn't drunk. That was bad. He made it more painful when he wasn't. He undid the rope, and dragged me by the hair, into the kitchen. "You little bitch. Growing wings now, are we?" He threw me on the floor and kicked my ribs. Pain flared through me, but I shut my eyes tight. Don't make a sound. "Make me my damn breakfast right now. And I want it prepared next time or else." I nod my head, and get to my feet. But he dragged me towards him by the neck, my back to his front. His hand went under my shirt, the threat hanging in the air, and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Do you hear me?" I nod. His hand went up to my chest, and I swallowed the nausea rising up in me. "Yes who?" "Yes Daddy." I choked out. Then he pushed me towards the stove and walked out.

When Isadora, a personal trainer from a wealthy family, falls for Roman, the heir to a deadly cartel, their intense connection is shattered by secrets and betrayal. As danger closes in, they must confront their pasts, fight for survival, and decide if love can exist in a world built on lies and violence. *** Los Angeles, also known as The City of the Angels. It's a fitting name for Los Ángeles del Armagedón, a cartel based in LA that runs the entire continent of South America. They're notorious, ruthless, and absolutely elusive. Well, apart from 26 year old Roman Ernesto Alvarez. Recently released from a two year stint in prison, he returns to the free world as the adopted heir to the most powerful cartel in South America. He's struggling to be back on the outside... until he meets her. Isadora Visente. She's a 23 year old personal trainer struggling with her parents' pressure to settle down and marry. Unknowingly, their slow-building but intensifying connection becomes Roman's unexpected anchor after his release. Her life working as a trainer in her gym is pretty mundane and repetitive, until she meets Roman, of course. Then it all gets a lot more interesting. *** "You sneaky little shit." Roman's eyes snapped over to me, or more accurately, towards my legs. There I stood in the middle of his room glaring at him, and he sat there with his beautiful eyes roaming over my exposed legs. He eventually dragged his gaze towards my upper half, but only for a second before it was back on my legs. "Damn." His voice was low and husky and just...perfect. Even if I was mad at him I couldn't deny that fact. "My eyes are up here, Roman." "Yeah, but your legs are down there." *** Part of the Costantino Universe

About a girl falling in love with her hero.

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