She Is A BERLUSCONI

She Is A BERLUSCONI

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《~ "You need not to be scared of us, little sister." "Yeah, we are your brothers we won't hurt you." "You aren't my brothers! And Stay away from me!!! ~》 Graceia Sebastiano, A 13 year old girl Living with her Mother and Step father She always wanted to go out and see the world, but she never got out...her mother would keep her at home and homeschool her. Her step father was great too, he was deserved to be called A father rather than step father. Until one day everything came Crumbling down, Her mother and her step father were murdered right in front of her by her Brothers she never knew existed. Will she forget what happened and move on with her Brothers...? Or will she hate them forever..? Check the story to find out!
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⚠️ CHAPTER 41+ ARE PAID CONTENT VIA KO-FI ⚠️ ── ─ ┈┈┈┄┄╌╌ The De Luca brothers reign supreme in the underworld, holding dominion over the ruthless realm of the Italian Mafia. They are cold, merciless, driven by madness, their loyalty solely to blood. Yet, their lives take an unexpected turn when they discovered their thirteen years old little sister. *** "When she was choking me, is that... love?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, each word trembling as if afraid to leave her lips. Her eyes, wide and glassy, searched mine desperately, seeking a truth that she couldn't grasp amidst the fog of confusion and despair that clouded her mind. My heart seethed with rage, a torrent of emotions crashing against the walls of my restraint, threatening to betray the stoic facade I had carefully constructed. I wanted to scream, to shake her out of this misguided belief. Hestia, my little sister, stared back at me. Her innocence tainted by the cruel hands of someone who had twisted the meaning of love into something unrecognizable. She couldn't differentiate the painfully obvious truth, the clear distinction between love and control, kindness and cruelty. It was as if the very essence of her spirit was being suffocated, just as her breath had been. ── ─ ┈┈┈┄┄╌╌ [⚠️ Chapter 41+ are paid content via Ko-fi ⚠️] ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains sensitive and potentially distressing themes, including abuse, sexual assault, rape, psychological trauma, and mature content. Note: - Update: Random - Cover by Canva © 2026 [CherylZielle]. All rights reserved. Do not copy or distribute the story without permission.

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