Long lost mafia princess

The Spanish sun beat down mercilessly, a stark contrast to the icy calm of Alexa Elizabeth Russo's demeanor. At seventeen, she commanded a presence far beyond her years, a quality honed in the brutal crucible of her self-made empire.

Today, however, the usual hum of her corporate office was replaced by the sterile silence of a hospital waiting room. The news had come abruptly: Sara Smith, the woman she'd known as 'mother,' and her new husband, dead in a car crash. A flicker, almost imperceptible, of something akin to relief, or perhaps just cold satisfaction, crossed Alexa's face.

She was about to leave, to put this chapter behind her, when her phone buzzed. A name she barely recognized, 'Antino Russo,' flashed across the screen. A strange, almost alien sense of curiosity, something she rarely allowed, compelled her to answer. It was a call that would unravel the meticulous life she had built, pulling her into a world she never knew existed, a world of powerful men, long-buried secrets, and the echo of a forgotten past.