The Missing Princess (ON HOLD)

The Missing Princess (ON HOLD)

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Heyyy 🤭, soo I am not the best at this but I'm gonna try for y'all Livia Anderson or so she thought it was her last name, a 18 year old girl who had a good ,perfect even , 4 years with her family the 'italian- Spanish Mafia' family but her mother got jealous of all the attention Livia was getting and she felt that they just tossed her aside like a piece of garbage so she did the only thing she could think off to do, kidnap her own daughter .🤦🏼‍♀️ and treat her like garbage,like she's nothing,like she doesn't even want to call her, her daughter Domenico Rossi a 54 year old man who has dreamed of finding his princess and bringing her back at her home here where her family is , where she belongs,and he dreams of ripping out his wife's or ex wife's heart and torturing her until she begs him to kill her , ever since his princess was kidnapped he spent his last 14 years looking every corner of every place he could find and yet found nothing,not finding his little Princess.... As for the brothers they are having it tough , they would distract themselves with drinks ,sex,drugs,etc ,they loved their sister like they loved to kill they loved her so much that if she asked them to fucking burn the world and then with it they wouldn't take a second to even think they'd just do it , ever since they found out their own mamma kidnapped they're everything (sister)they felt like making her feel the pain they do by torturing until their poor mother looses the ability to even speak or cry in pain what happens when something tragic happens to poor mamma and stepdad,and Livia has to live with complete strangers,will she open up or will she stay away with her dark secrets and will the Rossi family accept what happened to their little princess and help her heal or will the discard her like trash and never her from her again well my lovely's guess you have to read to find out 💗🤗🤭
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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. ~~~ 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.

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