All Chapters of The lost Mafia princess : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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

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 as she had to remind herself, stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at the reflection of someone she no longer recognized.Her once vibrant brown eyes were now hidden beneath icy blue contacts, and her dark hair, now bleached to an unnatural white, framed her face in sharp angles. She looked like a stranger.The transformation had been quick and thorough. Over the past few days, they had drilled new rules into her—how to walk, how to talk (or rather, how *not* to talk), and how to blend into the shadows like a ghost.And now, standing in front of the mirror, her body draped in sleek black clothing, the reality of what she was about to do hit her.Her heart raced as the weight of it all settled in her chest. This was no ordinary task. This was her initiation, the first step into a world she had been running from her entire life. And now, she was being pushed back into it, but this time, she wasn’t just a captive. She was a player in the game.The door to her room cr

Ryan’s fists clenched as he stood outside the large, ornate gates of the school. The air in Europe was colder than he expected, the sky a dull gray overhead, but that wasn’t what bothered him. It was the idea of being here at all—away from his father, his brothers, and more than anything, away from Elizabeth.He hated this place already. The grand old buildings, the well-dressed students milling around, speaking languages he barely understood. His grandparents thought this was a good idea, but they didn’t understand. No one did. He wasn’t here because he wanted to be. He was here because his father couldn’t handle the mess his sister had made.His jaw tightened as he shoved his hands deeper into his jacket pockets, walking towards the entrance of the school. His steps felt heavy, each one filled with frustration that simmered just below the surface. He hadn’t spoken much since arriving at his grandparents' house. There wasn’t anything to say, really. They tried to make him comfortable

The old, run-down estate was a far cry from the lavish mansions of their father’s business partners. Hidden away in the outskirts of town, it was the kind of place that seemed forgotten by time. The lawn was overgrown, the paint peeling from the shutters, and the heavy, rusted gate creaked as Zack pushed it open. He exchanged a glance with Leo, who looked just as uneasy as he felt.“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” Leo muttered under his breath.Zack shrugged, though his stomach was tied in knots. They had both known this visit wouldn’t be easy, but it was the only option left. Their uncle, Nicholas Moretti—Uncle Nick, as they had begrudgingly called him when they were kids—was their last chance to find Elizabeth. Zack hated the idea of asking him for help, but desperation had a way of making you do things you never thought you’d do.The brothers walked up to the front door, their steps heavy with dread. Zack reached out and knocked, the sound echoing through the eerily