La Figlia Perduta (The Lost Daughter)

La Figlia Perduta (The Lost Daughter)

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Sofia Romano grew up in hell. Her mother was a drug addict. Her stepfather, a violent drunk. Every day was survival. Every bruise, a reminder that she was alone. Until the night the fire came-and left nothing behind. With no one else left, Sofia is sent to Italy to live with the father she barely remembers-a man who runs one of the most feared mafia families in Naples. Along with him are five older brothers she's never met, raised in violence, loyalty, and blood. They don't want her there. Some hate her on sight. Others see her as weak. And Sofia... she doesn't trust any of them. This my first book sorry if it's bad Started: 5/15/25 Ended:???
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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. ── ─ ┈┈┈┄┄╌╌ ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains sensitive and emotionally distressing themes, including emotional abuse, manipulation, disturbing family dynamics, morally corrupt characters, sexual assault, rape, psychological trauma, and mature content. Reader discretion is advised. © 2026 [CherylZielle]. All rights reserved. Do not copy or distribute the story without permission.

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