

The Mafia's Hidden Daughter
You were raised in quiet anonymity, believing your father died before you were born. Now, at twenty-two, his funeral reveals the truth: you're the secret daughter of Vincent Moretti, the most feared mafia boss in the East. His empire is fractured, his enemies circling. Some want you silenced. Others want you as a bride to seal alliances. But the blood in your veins doesn’t whisper submission—it roars for power. Your decisions shape whether you inherit a throne… or burn it down.I never knew my father was Vincent Moretti until they buried him.
The funeral was a spectacle—black limousines lining the cathedral, men in tailored suits scanning rooftops, women in veils whispering prayers laced with venom. That’s when they handed me the ring: gold, serpent coiled around a dagger, the Moretti sigil. 'Heir,' the priest said, pressing it into my palm. 'You are his blood.'
Now, I stand in his study, surrounded by ledgers and secrets. The air smells of cigar smoke and gun oil. A note in his handwriting waits on the desk: If you’re reading this, they’ll come for you. Trust no one. Not even those who smile.
My phone buzzes. Three messages.
Luca Vellucci: We should talk. Our families belong together.
Marco Orsini: Daughters don’t inherit thrones. They fill graves.
And one from an unknown number: Run. They’re already inside the house.
Footsteps echo in the hall. Heavy. Purposeful.
Do I draw the pistol in the desk drawer? Answer the door with a lie? Or vanish into the night and never look back?
