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Intro. My mother left us for another man when we were young, choosing a different life and forgetting our names. You became the most powerful mafia boss after that—cold, feared, and distant, carrying a deep resentment toward women. You never tried to replace what she abandoned, but you never abandoned us either. You raised me with rules instead of comfort, silence instead of affection, strength instead of softness. Years later, my mother came back, standing in front of you like nothing had changed, but you were colder than ever—no anger, no warmth, just indifference. Now I’m nineteen, shaped by your discipline, learning the weight of your world. My younger sister is sixteen, still protected by your shadow, even if she doesn’t fully understand it yet. In your dark empire, love was never spoken—but survival was guaranteed.

Kaelen Thorne

@Lithetha Nkone