Amalia Romano is a selective mute. After years of enduring abuse from her step father, who has ridiculed and hurt her mercilessly, she doesn't want to talk, for fear of what might happen if someone doesn't like what she says. But then her step father--who's care she has been in for two years, ever since her mum died--passes away, and her father, who she was taken away from when she was three, agrees to take her in. But she isn't the smiley little girl she used to be. And the Romano men have secrets of their own, ones they want to keep their twelve year old princess away from. 1M VIEWS: Sunday, 12th March 2023 COVER BY: @sugarhighstoned

She grew up in fear. She learned to survive by staying quiet. Until the worst day of her life becomes the beginning of a new one. "We found your father." Suddenly, Elizabeth is thrown into a world of luxury, protective brothers, a father who never stopped searching-and a future she never thought she deserved. She was never truly alone... she just didn't know it yet. ⚠️ Content Warning: This story touches on heavy topics such as abuse, sexual violence, teen pregnancy, and psychological trauma. Your mental well-being comes first-please read with care. Update Schedule: Once a week (school comes first, so no promises). I'll always let you know when a new chapter is up! Started: November 27, 2025 This book is fully written and designed by me with the help from Canva. The story already takes place in 2025 Rankings: #1 in LongLostSiblings out of 378 stories #4 in Escaped out of 2.12K stories #1 in Aesthetic out of 32,5K stories #8 in Longlostsister out of 506 stories #23 in Mafiafamily out of 1.05K stories

She survived captivity. She survived torture. She survived things no child should ever endure. But nothing prepared her for discovering that being forgotten hurts less than being second choice.

*new cover* I'm living in a house made of glass. I'm scared to move, to breathe, to think. I'm afraid. Any wrong move and I get yelled at, a broken rule and I get beat up...he's not even my father and I'm stuck in his own fucked up version of reality. My own mother is the reason he has me, the reason my family lost me. A broken, lost mafia princess living in the wrong story, taken from the right one. I've been in foster care all my life, until them...my brothers. I am saved by them when my shattered heart was about to turn into stone and when my cries would become echoes in the walls of the prison I was bestowed upon. I was months old when I was stolen from my family. 17 years had to go by for them to finally find me. My dad, my four older brothers..one of which I'll soon discover is my twin. My missing half. Will they be able to mend my shattered soul or will I remain broken and alone? TW: rape, abuse, assault, attempted suicide, strong language - Warning: contains teenage pregnancy SHE DOES KEEP THE BABY STOP SNAPPING AT ME DAMMIT...respectfully <3 *Edited*...sort of

Three years. Three years since Demetria Saint disappeared again. After her first year of her abduction, Demetria ran. She ran until she couldn't remember where she was going, who she was running from, or whether she would ever make it home. When police eventually find a barefoot, blood-covered seventeen-year-old stumbling out of a forest, whispering to herself and unable to explain what happened, they make an assumption that will change the course of her life. Instead of finding her family... Demetria finds herself locked away in a mental health facility, or aka the 'loony bin'. Two years pass. Two years of trying to piece together memories she can't trust, learning how to live with what happened to her, and becoming someone entirely different from the frightened girl who ran out that forest. But Demetria's story isn't over, because eventually, she walks back into a world she thought she'd lost forever. A world filled with family. Secrets. New friendships. And one person she never expected to see again. Tobias Mother Fucking Dragunov. This time, Demetria isn't the same girl who disappeared. She's louder. She's stronger. She's reckless. And she's finally ready to discover what happens when she stops running. Some rhythms are meant to be silent. Others are meant to be heard.