Elizabeth, known as the lost princess of the Italian Mafia, had been messing for years, living in a nightmarish cell, with no memory of her family. Her life takes a dramatic turn when she meets her brother in the very cell where she has suffered for years. Will Elizabeth find solace and acceptance with her newfound family, or will the Shadows of her past turn her into an outcast forever?
View MoreAlexander's POVAlexander at the dining table, staring at the empty chair where Ryan had been just moments ago. His youngest son had left, gone off with his grandparents, and the house felt emptier than it ever had. The words Ryan had said before walking out of the door still echoed in his mind, each one a jagged wound that refused to heal."I'll never forgive you for this."The words tore through him again, and Alexander gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles white. He’d known this day would come—that sending Ryan away would hurt him, but he hadn’t expected it to hurt like this. He hadn’t expected the depth of anger in his son’s voice, the coldness in his eyes. And worst of all, he hadn’t expected the guilt that now wrapped itself around him, squeezing tighter with every passing second.He couldn’t breathe.The house felt like it was closing in on him, every shadow, every piece of furniture reminding him of his failures. He had failed to protect his daughter, Elizabeth. He had f
Ryan stood in the hallway, his fists clenched at his sides. His father had just told him the news—he was being sent away. Away from his home, his brothers, everything he knew. The moment the words had left his father’s mouth, a wave of anger surged through him, hot and uncontrollable. His face burned, his breath came in short, ragged bursts, and his chest felt tight, like something was crushing him from the inside.How could his father do this?Ryan’s thoughts spiraled, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of it all. Elizabeth was gone—two weeks had passed, and there was still no sign of her. Every day that went by, their father had sunk deeper into his own despair, his face growing more tired, more worn. Ryan had noticed the way his father barely spoke anymore, the way he paced the house at night, as if he were looking for something he’d lost and knew he’d never find.But sending him away? Ryan couldn’t understand it. His father had always been strong, had always held the famil
Sophia stood by the entrance of the grand Russian mall, her blue eyes scanning the bustling crowds. The man in the mask had insisted on taking her here today, though she didn’t understand why. Perhaps it was another step in his twisted game, another way to break her down further by making her feel like she was free when she was anything but. Her pale, white hair—part of her new identity—stood out against the crowd, just as he had intended. She hated it.She glanced over at him. The man who had taken everything from her. He stood a few steps ahead, his hands casually in his pockets, the same unsettling mask covering his face. The mask had always bothered her. It wasn’t just that it hid his identity—it was that it seemed to symbolize his power over her, as if he could be anyone, anything, while she was left bare, vulnerable.They had been in Russia for nearly one week now, and every day felt like an eternity. She had followed his orders without question, slipping into her new role as
Elizabeth stood in front of the mirror, her eyes—no, not her eyes anymore—stared back at her. They were now a cold, icy blue, a far cry from the deep brown she once knew. Her hair, which had been a rich, dark color, was now bleached to a stark, unnatural white. She barely recognized herself, and maybe that was the point. The girl she had been was gone, erased by the man in the mask.He had taken everything from her—her freedom, her identity, her family. And now, she was forced to look at this stranger in the mirror, wearing the name *Sophia Maxine*. She wasn’t allowed to speak unless instructed, wasn’t allowed to cry or break. She was just his puppet now.“Come on, Sophia, time to leave,” came the chilling voice from behind her.Sophia stared at her reflection one last time. She had been forced into heavy makeup, the kind she never wore. Her skin was paler than usual, her lips painted an unnatural shade of red, her face almost doll-like. She let out a long sigh, pushing back the wave
Elizabeth sat on the cold floor of the small room, her hands trembling as she hugged her knees to her chest. It had been days—weeks maybe? Time had lost its meaning in this place. Her only company was the ticking of her own thoughts, bouncing around the walls of her mind. She had waited, hoping that somehow her family would find her, and would come to save her like they had before. But no one came. The door creaked open, and her heart raced involuntarily. She hated that her body still reacted like that—as if she still believed someone was coming for her. But it wasn’t her brothers, or her father. It was him—the man behind the mask. The one who had taken her, broken her life apart piece by piece, and now stood over her with that cruel, sickening smile.“I told you,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction, “they won’t come for you.”Elizabeth’s eyes darted to the floor, trying to hide the mix of emotions burning behind them—fear, anger, sadness. She wouldn’t give him the satisfa
Alexander POVThe house was still. Too still. The silence had stretched on for days, filling every corner with an oppressive weight that he couldn’t shake off. As he sat at the kitchen table, staring at the untouched glass of whiskey in front of him, the reality he had been trying to deny came crashing down with full force.“So it’s true… Elizabeth was kidnapped,” he mumbled, barely recognizing his own voice. His hands, trembling, reached for the glass, but he stopped short, letting his fingers hover over it. What good would it do? What comfort would it bring? Nothing could dull the ache in his chest, the weight pressing down on him like an anchor, dragging him into despair.*I couldn’t protect her again.* The thought clawed at his insides, tearing him apart with every passing minute. This was the second time. The second time he had failed to keep her safe. He had sworn to himself, sworn to Elizabeth, that he would never let anything happen to her again. After the first time, after e
Elizabeth pov:“I told you, they won’t come for you,” the voice echoed, cutting through the suffocating silence of the dark room.Elizabeth sat in the corner, knees pulled to her chest, her back pressed against the cold wall. The dim light above flickered weakly, casting shadows that danced on the cracked concrete floor. It had been a week. Seven days of being trapped in this place, alone, with nothing but her thoughts and the haunting certainty that maybe—just maybe—her family wasn’t looking for her after all.She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the voice. But it kept replaying in her mind, taunting her, breaking down the fragile hope she’d been clinging to. *No one’s coming.*She wanted to believe it wasn’t true. That any minute now, Dad would storm through the door, Leo and Mike right behind him, ready to pull her out of this nightmare. Or that Ryan would figure it out and do whatever it took to find her, like he always did. But as each hour passed, the truth became har
Ryan’s POVThe house had been unusually quiet for days, and it was starting to get to me. I hadn't seen Elizabeth since that day we fought. She’d stormed out, angry as usual, and I just assumed she needed some space. She always came back, even if it took her a while. But this time, something felt off.I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling that had been gnawing at me. Elizabeth could be dramatic, but she wasn’t irresponsible. She wouldn’t just disappear without a word, right?But it had been days.“Dad?” I called out, pushing the covers off and heading toward the dining room. My footsteps felt heavy, like I was dragging an invisible weight behind me. The house had this oppressive silence to it, and the knot in my stomach tightened with every step.When I entered the dining room, Dad was sitting at the table, a cup of coffee in front of him. His shoulders were slumped, and his face looked more tired than I had ever seen it. Dark circles framed his
Elizabeth’s POVWhen I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was a sharp, throbbing pain in my head. My vision was blurry, and everything around me was dim and unfamiliar. I groaned, trying to sit up, but my body felt heavy, sluggish. Panic began to creep in as I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my vision.Where am I?I glanced around, noticing the cold, bare walls of the room. There was no furniture, no windows, just a single, flickering light overhead that barely illuminated the space. I was lying on a hard, concrete floor, a thin blanket tossed haphazardly over me. The air smelled musty, like it hadn’t been ventilated in a long time.I tried to think back, to remember how I got here, but everything was a blur. The last thing I remembered was walking down the street, my mind clouded with thoughts of my family—Zack, Ryan, and Dad. I had been angry, upset, but mostly confused. I just wanted some space to clear my head, to think things through. But then... a car. Yes, I remembered hea
Elizabeth's POV:Tick, tick, tick.These were the only sounds I could hear.My eyes closed tight, hoping the demons would go away soon.I could hear their voices in my head."You're weak.""A good-for-nothing.""Ugly.""Fat.""Just die already."Those were the words the monsters would call me. Deep down, I felt lifeless. I had always wished for someone, anyone, to save me from this mess.The bruises covered my body, and my once long blonde hair had turned brown from the sweat and blood stains.I just wish it would all end soon; the sooner it does, the better for me.Hey guys so this is my first story and I hope it gets a lot of views and likes "Look, boys," I heard one of the monsters say, followed by a group of laughter."Just a little princess all by herself. I wonder where your daddy and brothers are; you have been here for a while, you know, Princess Elizabeth," the monster continued."Just leave me alone," the inner voice in my head cried out."What a mute," one said, slapping m
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