At seventeen, I was the Falcone heiress—one sit-down away from being presented to the Five Families. Then my little sister played with Papa’s loaded pistol and put a bullet in my spine.
They shipped her off to Sicily, told me my seat at the table would be waiting. For seven years, I believed them.
Then Gia came home—wearing my ring, holding my fiancé’s arm, sitting in my father’s right-hand chair.
The surgery that could’ve saved my legs? They spent it on her.
They didn’t punish her for seven years. They hid her and built her a throne on top of my spine.
Now I’m done waiting for people who don’t love me to turn around.
The Sister Who Shot Me Got Everything I Had Chapter 12 One Chair For a long time after, Luca stayed in Savannah. He didn’t try to force his way to me again. He just left flowers and a small bag of specialty medications at the foundation gate every day. I never took a single one.
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The Sister Who Shot Me Got Everything I Had Chapter 11 The Old Boots Mama, Papa, and Matteo came a month later. They stood outside the foundation gate. And they didn’t look righteous the way they used to. Mama had a box in her hands. She saw me and her tears dropped. “Baby.” I checked
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The Sister Who Shot Me Got Everything I Had Chapter 10 The Wind Down South Savannah is dry and warm and slow. The day I landed, the tear in my old surgical scar was still weeping through the bandage. My advisor at the foundation had a doctor waiting for me at Memorial Health. He looked
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The Sister Who Shot Me Got Everything I Had Chapter 09 The Past Luca’s POV We drove home with the security footage on a thumb drive and the shop owner’s audio pulled up on Matteo’s phone. Gia was still on the sofa, crying her head hurt. Saying she’d barely been home a night and Sienna
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The Sister Who Shot Me Got Everything I Had Chapter 08 The Real Victims Luca’s POV I came back to the brownstone at noon. The custom pistol was still on the console table. The Falcone signet ring, still in its velvet-lined box. Gia was on the sofa with her hand freshly bandaged. The Donna was
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The Sister Who Shot Me Got Everything I Had Chapter 07 She Left Luca’s POV Downstairs, the Family doctor went back. His face changed when he saw the trail of blood dried into the parlor rug. “Where’s Miss Sienna?” The housekeeper whispered, “She’s gone.” The doctor set his bag down. “That fusion hardware needed imaging.
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The Sister Who Shot Me Got Everything I Had Chapter 06 The Signature Luca’s POV We didn’t get back until four in the morning. Mrs. Falcone, the Donna, walked in the room first. “Where’s Sienna?” The housekeeper wouldn’t meet her eyes. Just said the lights in Sienna’s room had been off for two hours. The
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The Sister Who Shot Me Got Everything I Had Chapter 05 One More Minute I sat in a nest of broken crystal, the base of my skull pounding. Blood ran down my palm to my wrist. More blood soaked through the silk at my waist where the old surgical scar had split open. Gia had
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The Sister Who Shot Me Got Everything I Had Chapter 04 The Pistol on the Table Gia’s welcome-home dinner was served at the house. Mama said she was too fragile for a restaurant. Too much noise. Too many eyes. The dining room table was loaded with every single dish Gia used to love. Salt-crusted branzino.
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The Sister Who Shot Me Got Everything I Had Chapter 03 The Surgery That Bought Her a Crest After the meeting, I quietly signed a job offer with a foundation three thousand miles away. From now on, the daughter they’d been waiting for, and the seven years of grief they’d been faking—none of it had
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