Broken Shell Of Hope

Broken Shell Of Hope

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Adeline Jade had always been alone. She had no father to call her "princess," no mother to hold her, no grandparents to cherish her, and no siblings to play with. She wandered through a world determined to isolate her, wrapped in a loneliness that filled every empty room and silent night. Loneliness was all she had ever known, her only constant companion. But this was about to change, though she had no idea that her life was going to change. Soon, the universe would disrupt her quiet life. Shadows from a past she didn't know existed were closing in, bringing both new connections and painful truths. Adeline was about to discover a hidden world, one that could either fulfill her deepest desires or bring her great sorrow. I cannot express enough how tired I am of reading the same story about the missing daughter of mafia again and again. Its frustrating. I want something new to read, and if I can't find it, what's better than writing it yourself? I don't want anything that you see in every story ever.
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They said she died peacefully. That's what they always say, don't they? When someone slips away in a hospital bed - when the machines stop beeping, and the room goes quiet except for the sigh of grief no one dares to release. Peaceful. Like death is ever kind. I was five. Too young to understand why my mother wasn't waking up. Too small to make sense of the nurses whispering in the hallway or the way they looked at me, like I was already a problem they didn't know how to solve. Her name was Rebecca. She was twenty-five. And her blood betrayed her. They said it was cancer. Aggressive. Silent. A thief in the bloodstream. By the time they caught it, it had already taken everything. I was all she had. And when she left, I had no one. No father. No family. Just a name I couldn't pronounce, and a world I didn't belong to. The system chewed me up und spat me out. Foster homes. Group homes. Back and forth like a package No one ordered. Smiles that didn't last. Promises that broke before they were even spoken. Every time someone tried to "fix" me, I'd break first, make sure they knew I was no one's charity case. No one's second chance. Eventually they stopped trying. I got older. Quieter. I stopped waiting to be rescued and started fighting instead. Literally. Underground rings don't ask for backstories. Just fists. Blood. And that, at least, I could give them. Then one night, seventeen years into this messy life, someone knocked on my door. A stranger. Two of them, actually. His name was marcello Mariano a man claiming to be my father, a man I'd only ever heard of in headlines. CEO. Businessman. Untouchable. I knew his face from magazines. I knew his name from rumors. But I didn't know why he'd come for me. Or what kind of danger was following him. All I knew was that everything I thought I knew about my life... Was a lie. And now the weight I never asked for is trying to pull me under. But I won't drown. Not again.

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