Avyanna Ambrose 17 years old. Billionaire. Mafia Queen.
At the age of 3 Avynna was kidnapped from her family by her mothers sister and taken to Italy. She was jealous of the attention Avyanna was getting.
Till the age of 11 she experienced constant physical and verbal abuse. Avyanna thought her family abandoned her, She never blamed them for what happened to her though. Even After she escaped from the rotten cells she was sold and confined to, the verbal and physical abuse continued.
They thought they could be push overs to the 11 year-old, but after 3 years of abuse she has had enough. She starts training,meeting people that become her first ever family, building her empire from the ground up. Becoming a name that people are afraid to mention.
The Ambrose's, left shattered after their daughter and sister is kidnapped from their home by a family member who they thought they could trust. They've looked for years always coming up empty-handed, until they get an anonymous call saying that Avyanna was killed.
Thinking she was dead they call off their search. Only to get a call 14 years later saying that their long lost daughter was in fact very much alive.
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She hated them.
They loved her with everything in them.
The universe truly has a sick way of telling you it's there, doesn't it? From being kidnapped to being abused, that was all Arabella saw in life. It was all she ever knew. They tell you to keep fighting but sometimes you realize... you were just a child.
Now she's built herself up using her pain as the next step to her strength. She's learnt how to strive forward even as her past haunts her mind crawling up her back every passing second.
That is until the first 7 people who only ever brought her pain find their way back into her life. She has no way to let go of her past when they come right back to her.
The world showed her no mercy in it's ways so why should she.
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I let out a small sigh wanting more of this. I wanted to be held like this whenever I felt broken. Feel the way he puts me back together in his arms. It ate at my heart and I could have sworn I felt a feathery kiss on my head. It was as if he could hear my thoughts and was kissing them away for me. Slowly he lets one hand go, the other staying around me as he brings my chin up to him gently wiping my last tears as more fill my eyes. He sees this and his eyes look... crumbled.
If you feel this way then why can't you choose me, Dominic.
I shake my head from his hands wishing to step back but he pulls me back to him a pain filled groan leaving him.
"Just one more minute. Please." His body shook and I brought him closer, feeling our pain become one. Our hurricanes of minds pull away even for the smallest time letting us stand together as one in each other's embrace.
He was it for me. But I wasn't his.