/1/100249/coverbig.jpg?v=a570494f3c22659a84b85b8169022ad7)
I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella. Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark. But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved. Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies. When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel. While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest. The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella. He ordered my father to punish me. I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth. That night, the love in my heart finally died. On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape-the only proof that I was Seven. Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney. By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return.
Contents
Chapter 1
I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella.
Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark.
But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved.
Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies.
When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel.
While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest.
The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella.
He ordered my father to punish me.
I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth.
That night, the love in my heart finally died.
On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape-the only proof that I was Seven.
Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney.
By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return.
Chapter 1
Seraphina Vitiello POV
The phantom bite of the scalpel that had carved my heart out in my previous life didn't sting half as much as the look in my father's eyes right now.
He held out a one-way ticket to London, essentially telling me to go die quietly so my sister could shine.
I blinked, and the ghost of a surgical saw vibrated against my ribcage.
The sharp reek of antiseptic and pooling blood vanished, abruptly replaced by the suffocating scent of expensive cigars and old leather.
I wasn't on the operating table anymore.
I wasn't watching my own life force drain onto the floor while Dante Moretti exchanged vows with my sister.
I was back.
I looked down at my hands.
They were unscarred.
My fingernails were bitten down to the quick-a nervous habit I had broken years ago.
"Take the ticket, Seraphina," my father said.
His voice was a low rumble, the kind that once made my bones rattle in fear.
He sat behind his massive oak desk, the Don of the Vitiello crime family, regarding me like I was a stubborn stain on his pristine carpet.
"Isabella and Dante's engagement party is next month," my mother added from the velvet armchair in the corner.
She didn't look at me. She was too busy adjusting the massive diamond on her finger, catching the light just so.
"We can't have you here, creating... tension," she said. "You know how sensitive your sister is. Your presence upsets her."
*Tension.*
That was a polite word for it.
In my last life, I had begged.
I had fallen to my knees right on this Persian rug.
I had grabbed my father's hand and sworn on my life that I was the one who saved Dante.
I had tried to tell them that Isabella was lying, that she had stolen my code name, "Seven."
That she had stolen the man I nursed back to health in that safe house when he was blind, bleeding, and broken.
They had looked at me with disgust then.
They looked at me with disgust now.
But this time, the desperation in my chest was gone.
It had been cut out of me, along with my organs, on a cold steel table while they toasted to the happy couple.
I looked at the plane ticket.
Economy class.
Of course.
Isabella flew private. The spare was lucky not to be shipped in the cargo hold.
"London," I said. My voice sounded strange to my own ears. Hollow. Scraped clean.
"It's for the best," my father said, his tone final. "You'll stay there until the wedding is over. Maybe longer. We'll send you an allowance. Don't come back until we summon you."
I remembered this moment.
I remembered screaming that I loved Dante.
I remembered my father slapping me so hard my lip split, tasting the copper of my own blood.
I remembered staying, fighting, trying to prove my worth, only to end up as a literal organ bank for my golden sister when her kidneys failed.
Dante Moretti.
The Capo of the Chicago Outfit. The man who controlled half the city's vice.
The man who had held my hand in the dark and promised me the world, only to look at me in the light and see nothing but a liar.
I picked up the ticket.
The paper felt crisp and sharp against my thumb, grounding me.
"Okay," I said.
The silence in the room was deafening.
My father blinked, his mask of indifference slipping for a fraction of a second. "What?"
"I said okay," I repeated. "I'll go."
My mother finally looked up. Her eyes narrowed, suspicious of my sudden compliance.
"You're not going to make a scene?" she asked. "You're not going to run to Dante and spread your lies again?"
*Lies.*
That's what they called the truth here.
"No," I said. "I won't run to Dante."
Because Dante Moretti was dead to me.
He died the moment he let them drag me into that operating room.
He died the moment he chose the beautiful lie over the ugly truth.
I turned around and walked toward the heavy wooden doors.
"Seraphina," my father called out.
I stopped, my hand hovering on the brass knob.
"Don't miss your flight," he warned.
I didn't look back.
"I won't," I whispered.
I walked out of the office and down the long, marble hallway.
I passed the portrait of Isabella hanging in the foyer. She was smiling, radiant, perfect.
The Golden Child.
I was just the spare parts.
But spares had one advantage.
Nobody noticed when they stopped working.
Nobody noticed when they stopped caring.
I walked up the stairs to my room, the ghost of my death trailing behind me.
I wasn't going to fight for a place in this family anymore.
I was going to let them rot.
View More Comments on App
Other books by Gavin
More/0/91560/coverbig.jpg?v=72de5c3d18fcb0abb43cb70fe08e857b)
The 100-Point Divorce Plan
RomanceFor three years, I documented the slow death of my marriage in a black journal. It was my 100-point divorce plan: for every time my husband, Blake, chose his first love, Ariana, over me, I deducted points. When the score hit zero, I would leave. The final points vanished the night he left me bleeding out from a car crash. I was eight weeks pregnant with the child we had prayed for. In the ER, the nurses frantically called him-the star surgeon of the very hospital I was dying in. "Dr. Santos, we have a Jane Doe, O-negative, bleeding out. She's pregnant, and we're about to lose them both. We need you to authorize an emergency blood transfer." His voice came over the speaker, cold and impatient. "I can't. My priority is Miss Whitfield. Do what you can for the patient, but I can't divert anything right now." He hung up. He condemned his own child to death to ensure his ex-girlfriend had resources on standby after a minor procedure.
/0/97678/coverbig.jpg?v=a2818bd0947870296067ac8c551ded7c)
The Ninety-Ninth Goodbye
Young AdultThe ninety-ninth time Jax Little broke my heart was the last time. We were the golden couple of Northgate High, our future perfectly mapped out for UCLA. But in our senior year, he fell for a new girl, Catalina, and our love story became a sick, exhausting dance of his betrayals and my empty threats to leave. At a graduation party, Catalina "accidentally" pulled me into the pool with her. Jax dove in without a second's hesitation. He swam right past me as I struggled, wrapped his arms around Catalina, and pulled her to safety. As he helped her out to the cheers of his friends, he glanced back at me, my body shivering and my mascara running in black rivers. "Your life isn't my problem anymore," he said, his voice as cold as the water I was drowning in. That night, something inside me finally shattered. I went home, opened my laptop, and clicked the button that confirmed my admission. Not to UCLA with him, but to NYU, an entire country away.
/0/94327/coverbig.jpg?v=ae02408dd6395d03df7c6bf30a377b2e)
My Billionaire Husband's Web Of Lies
BillionairesI was the anchor for my tech billionaire husband, Killian-the only person who could ground his chaotic soul. But when my brother was dying, Killian gave the life-saving funds to his mistress for a multi-million dollar cat sanctuary. After my brother died, he left me bleeding in a car wreck to save her. The final betrayal came when I tried to file for divorce and discovered our entire marriage was a lie, the certificate a carefully crafted forgery. He had built my world on a foundation of deceit to ensure I could never leave, never have anything of my own. So I called the one man I'd rejected years ago and began my plan to burn his empire to the ground.
/0/98086/coverbig.jpg?v=a47041151a1959d121ead6d63f911679)
The Family iPad's Hidden Secret
ModernA suggestive iMessage on the family iPad was the first crack in my perfect life. I thought my teenage son was in trouble, but anonymous Reddit users pointed out the chilling truth. The message wasn't for him. It was for my husband of twenty years, Anthony. The betrayal became a conspiracy when I overheard them talking. They were laughing about his affair with my son's "cool" school counselor. "She's just so... boring, Dad," my son said. "Why don't you just leave Mom and be with her?" My son didn't just know; he was rooting for my replacement. My perfect family was a lie, and I was the punchline. Then, a message from a lawyer on Reddit lit a fire in the wreckage of my heart. "Gather proof. Then burn his entire world to the ground." My fingers were steady as I typed back. "Tell me how."
/0/94137/coverbig.jpg?v=cc40c24a0f1d89b5a4b1e363530e2296)
Jilted Pet Becomes The Mafia Queen
MafiaWhen I was eight, Dante Moretti pulled me from the fire that killed my family. For ten years, the powerful crime boss was my protector and my god. Then, he announced his engagement to another woman to unite two criminal empires. He brought her home and named her the future mistress of the Moretti family. In front of everyone, his fiancée forced a cheap metal collar around my neck, calling me their pet. Dante knew I was allergic. He just watched, his eyes cold, and ordered me to take it. That night, I listened through the walls as he took her to his bed. I finally understood the promise he’d made me as a child was a lie. I wasn't his family. I was his property. After a decade of devotion, my love for him finally turned to ash. So on his birthday, the day he celebrated his new future, I walked out of his gilded cage for good. A private jet was waiting to take me to my real father—his greatest enemy.
/0/94304/coverbig.jpg?v=159dd60dcaadbcb9f23d9534ae7c16d2)
Burned Memories, A Wife's Fiery Comeback
BillionairesI was the architect of my husband's billion-dollar tech empire, but he repaid me by bringing his mistress to our son's funeral-the very woman whose negligence killed him. To protect her, he had me committed, tortured, and then burned every last memory of our son, systematically erasing our past. Then I discovered he'd secretly divorced me years ago, so I faked my own death and gave the source code to his rival, ready to watch his world burn to the ground.
You'll also like
/0/90948/coverbig.jpg?v=e838ba828708931b8d9c491316d875f9)
Savage Obsession: The Remorseful Tycoon Wants A Second Chance
Mira ValeA year into the marriage, Thea rushed home with radiant happiness-she was pregnant. Jerred barely glanced up. "She's back." The woman he'd never let go had returned, and he forgot he was a husband, spending every night at her hospital bed. Thea forced a smile. "Let's divorce." He snapped, "You're jealous of someone who's dying?" Because the woman was terminal, he excused every jab and made Thea endure. When love went cold, she left the papers and stormed off. He locked down the city and caught her at the airport, eyes red, dropping to his knees. "Honey, where are you going with our child?"
/0/93965/coverbig.jpg?v=0b571ec8a130c472ffdca52de606f8fd)
Loved by the Stranger I Married for Revenge
PageProfit StudioAnna Green walks in on her boyfriend cheating, only to realize she's not the only witness. A mysterious man stands beside her, watching the same scene unfold. He leans in and murmurs, "Want revenge?" That night, she loses a boyfriend and picks up a husband. What begins as a deal between strangers soon turns into something far more complicated. She thought it was just about benefits. He gave her exclusive love. Now, tangled in a marriage she never expected, Anna wonders who's really in control, especially when the man she married refuses to play by the rules.
/0/78663/coverbig.jpg?v=b705411c5144e51405caa1dd738aa5d2)
The Humble Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon
Flory CorkeryFor three quiet, patient years, Christina kept house, only to be coldly discarded by the man she once trusted. Instead, he paraded a new lover, making her the punchline of every town joke. Liberated, she honed her long-ignored gifts, astonishing the town with triumph after gleaming triumph. Upon discovering she'd been a treasure all along, her ex-husband's regret drove him to pursue her. "Honey, let's get back together!" With a cold smirk, Christina spat, "Fuck off." A silken-suited mogul slipped an arm around her waist. "She's married to me now. Guards, get him the hell out of here!"
/0/86395/coverbig.jpg?v=55bb4b33b13d15db79b49aea662af755)
The Queen Returns: Pampered By Her Three Powerhouse Brothers
Kleon SamorodnitskyAfter five years of playing the perfect daughter, Rylie was exposed as a stand-in. Her fiancé bolted, friends scattered, and her adoptive brothers shoved her out, telling her to grovel back to her real family. Done with humiliation, she swore to claw back what was hers. Shock followed: her birth family ruled the town's wealth. Overnight, she became their precious girl. The boardroom brother canceled meetings, the genius brother ditched his lab, the musician brother postponed a tour. As those who spurned her begged forgiveness, Admiral Brad Morgan calmly declared, "She's already taken."
/0/91917/coverbig.jpg?v=8810f373605dacb25a4c8b5ae1141c82)
Invisible To Her Bully
Dea BUnlike her twin brother, Jackson, Jessa struggled with her weight and very few friends. Jackson was an athlete and the epitome of popularity, while Jessa felt invisible. Noah was the quintessential "It" guy at school-charismatic, well-liked, and undeniably handsome. To make matters worse, he was Jackson's best friend and Jessa's biggest bully. During their senior year, Jessa decides it was time for her to gain some self-confidence, find her true beauty and not be the invisible twin. As Jessa transformed, she begins to catch the eye of everyone around her, especially Noah. Noah, initially blinded by his perception of Jessa as merely Jackson's sister, started to see her in a new light. How did she become the captivating woman invading his thoughts? When did she become the object of his fantasies? Join Jessa on her journey from being the class joke to a confident, desirable young woman, surprising even Noah as she reveals the incredible person she has always been inside.
/0/85678/coverbig.jpg?v=6a207a63cd0a42212d96a5e751493e4f)
Brilliance Unmasked: The Cold-Blooded Tycoon Wants His Vengeful Queen
Renard JendrockArabella, a state-trained prodigy, won freedom after seven brutal years. Back home, she found her aunt basking in her late parents' mansion while her twin sister scrounged for scraps. Fury ignited her genius. She gutted the aunt's business overnight and enrolled in her sister's school, crushing the bullies. When cynics sneered at her "plain background," a prestigious family claimed her and the national lab hailed her. Reporters swarmed, influencers swooned, and jealous rivals watched their fortunes crumble. Even Asher-the rumored ruthless magnate-softened, murmuring, "Fixed your mess-now be mine."
© 2018-now ManoBook
Referrals
TOP
APP STORE
GOOGLE PLAY