Art of Vengeance

Art of Vengeance

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Isabella King - Is the world's youngest seventeen-year-old, most sought-after model, elegant, untouchable, and unknowingly tied to the infamous mafia Rossi family. Leonardo D'Angelo - A twenty-one-year-old Mafia Don, his hands have snapped necks like twigs and carved warnings into flesh. Blood follows wherever he goes. He makes a lesson out of every scream, every broken bone, every body left rotting in his name. When fate reunites her with the bloodline she never remembered, old wounds resurface and the past she never remembered begins to bloom.
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⚠️ CHAPTER 41 - 100 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 - 100 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. Cover by Canva © 2026 [CherylZielle]. All rights reserved. Do not copy or distribute the story without permission.

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