My adoptive sister hands me to Don Dante Ricci to save her own skin.
She calls me a bastard. A stray. A gift.
She doesn’t know I’m Isabella Colombo — the one and only heiress of the main Colombo bloodline.
Six years ago my uncle put a bullet in my father, stole his seat, and buried the rest of us. I was the one they missed.
Dante — my sworn soldier back then — spent six years building an empire and waiting for me to come back.
Tonight they carve my face open on his marble floor.
Every hand that touched me is about to disappear.
And the Don’s seat my uncle stole? I’m not taking it back.
I’m burning it down.
Gifted To The Don The Real Mafia Heiress Returns Chapter 02 Through the Gates A man waits under the portico — young, thin, wearing a suit too expensive for his face. Behind him, six soldiers in matching black, hands folded, waiting. Vivienne hisses in my ear. “Show respect. That’s Dante’s head guard.” I know that […]
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Gifted To The Don The Real Mafia Heiress Returns Chapter 01 The Gift My sister spikes my wine and ships me off to warm the bed of the most feared Don in the city — so I smile and say, “Perfect. I’ve been needing a new footstool.” Vivienne thinks I’ve cracked. Her voice drips venom
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