The Mafia's Lost Daughter

After my best friend Isabella became addicted to gambling, she suddenly said excitedly that she wanted to take me to Las Vegas. I just hit the jackpot! Your big sis is treating you to a stay at the Golden Palm. But the moment our plane landed, she led me into a VIP lounge deep inside a casino. The truth is, I lost $50 million. If I can't pay it back, they'll sell me to the cartel. But the boss is looking for a woman with a crescentshaped birthmark. If I find one, all my debts will be cleared. Don't you have one right here on your chest? I've seen it when we showered. I'm sorry, Sarah. I really don't want to die. For bodyguards dressed in black pinned me onto a leather sofa. Then my eyes suddenly landed on a yellow pencil sketch hanging on the wall. It was the drawing I had made for my father before I was kidnapped. He had treasured it like a priceless possession and said he would keep it for the rest of his life. Isabella, this time you really did place the right bet. Too bad the winner won't be you. By the time I realized something was wrong and tried to leave, it was already too late. Sarah, that's 50 million dollars! I couldn't repay that in 10 lifetimes, but God hasn't abandoned me. He gave you that crescent birthmark on your chest so you could save me. I sucked in a breath. It felt as though fear had wrapped around my throat, leaving me unable to breathe Isabella. you sold me? We've known each other for over 10 years; you're my best friend, and you sold me for $50 million? Don't look at me like that, the owner of this casino is richer than anyone you can imagine. The only thing he likes is women with crescent shaped birthmarks for someone like that, he'd forgive any gambling debt. And you just happen to have the birth bark, bringing you Claire is it's for your own good too. What if he takes a liking on you, then you'll become the boss's wife. The image of a disgusting middleaged man flashed through my mind. If you want to be the boss's wife, then go do it yourself. I'm leaving. But before my hand could reach the doorknob, something heavy slammed into the back of my head. Sarah, you forced me to do this. " she crouched beside me and snatched the silver locket engraved with my childhood nickname from around my neck. Don't think I don't know why you came with me, it wasn't for vacation, you came to find your biological parents. Since you're already here, help me pay off my Jat and I'll help you fife them. But if you dare run away, you'll never have a family bath in this life. The back of my head throbbed with unbearable pain. I struggled to move my lips as despair swallowed me whole. I had been kidnapped at the age of five. Afraid of being identified, the traffickers immediately changed my clothes, shaved my head, and threw away everything I had. The only thing I managed to save was the silver locket engraved with my nickname, which I hid beneath my tongue. For 16 years, I forgot the way home; even my memories from before the age of five had faded. This locket was the only thing I had left that connected me to my parents. Now that it was gone, so was every last shred of hope. Good, at least you know what's good for. you. Your Isabella, we heard you brought something to settle your debt. Vincent, isn't the boss looking for a woman with a crescent birthmark? This is my best friend Sarah; she has one right here on her chest. I brought her just like you asked. So about my 50 million... The man at the front didn't even lift his eyelids. He pulled out a chair and sat down. What's the rush, verify the goods first.

His subordinates immediately rushed forward, they dragged me onto the sofa and stripped off my jacket in seconds, gathering every ounce of strength I had, let go, don't touch me, I kicked him hard in the shin. you bitch, you dare kick me? He spat on the floor and slapped me across the face twice before I could even speak. A gunshot echoed through the room; the man's leg was pierced by a bullet. He screamed and collapsed backward. "You're already laying hands on her before we've verified anything. You got a death wish? ""Take him out, don't stain the boss's carpet. " the others answered nervously and quickly dragged the wounded man away. The restaurants were gone, but I sat frozen, unable to move. They had guns; if I resisted again, I'd be the next one shot. In the corner, Isabella was trembling in terror, yet her eyes carried an even firmer determination. Vincent, she really does have a crescent birthmark on her chest, it's exactly the kind the boss wants. Vincent shot her a cold glance, she immediately lowered her head. You guys go now, hurry up and don't waste my time. For more men lunged toward me, I desperately shrank backward. Then my eyes landed on another familiar sketch hanging on the walla family of three was flying a kite above the little girl with the ponytail in the middle. It was a name I could never forget, even if I died—Serafina. It was a drawing I had made before I was kidnapped. My mother had loved it so much she couldn't put it down. My father smiled and said he would treasure it forever. It's dad, all these years he had been searching for me too, overwhelmed with excitement, I pushed myself upright against the sofa. "Is your boss? "

So many words, you're probably scheming something. You shut up You lot, strip her and verify it. My scalp instantly went numb He could shoot his own men without hesitation What chance did I have? Isabella trembled beside us and whispered. "Sarah, just cooperate. Once they're done checking, I can leave. If you keep this up, I'll die too. " Even now, she was still thinking only of herself. I glanced once more at the sketch and decided to stay still. If Dad came after the inspection, we'd recognize each other, and every crisis would disappear. Clenching my teeth, I endured the humiliation just below my collarbone; the crescentshaped birthmark was clearly visible. Boss, this one actually looks real. " Vincent strode over The moment he saw the birthmark, surprise flashed across his face. "It really is exactly the same as the boss's drawing as the one". Isabella knew everything was settled and immediately forced a flattering smile. Vincent, now that you've verified her about my 50 million. debt cleared, get lost. Yes, yes, yes, I'll leave right away. Isabella nodded vigorously and turned to run But my silver locket was still with her.

Isabella, you can't leave! Don't let her get away. At Vincent's command, the subordinate closest to me drove a hard kick into my stomach. I couldn't dodge in time and fell backward, the back of my head slamming into the sharp edge of the table. Vincent's expression darkened. Are you looking for death? How many times have I told you not to lay a hand on her before confirmation? Leaning against the table, I reached up and touched it. My hand came away covered in blood. My vision slowly blurred. I could feel my consciousness slipping away, and my limbs were beginning to ignore my commands. I can't pass out; I haven't seen Dad yet! This is bad boss, she's bleeding. You two find a doctor, you two go get the boss, tell him this birthmark looks very convincing and have him come take a look. The rest of you be careful if she really is the woman the boss has been looking for and we offend her now, she'll complain to him later and none of us will get away with it. She froze after a long moment, she asked in a trembling voice. Vincent? Isn't the boss just looking for a mistress? Is one woman really that important? Of course it is. Otherwise, why would the boss offer such generous terms? Bring her here and your debt disappears. But not everyone qualifies to pay off a debt this way.

Impossible! You must hate me. Really, think about it. Without me, how will you repay that 50 million? They'll sell you to the cartel; that would be worse than death. Let me go. I swear I won't say anything. I'll take you with me to enjoy the good life, and that 50 million, I'll pay it for you. Finally, something changed in her expression. She licked her dry lips. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but before I could fully relax, she suddenly clenched her fists. No. you're too stubborn. You've spent over 10 years searching for your biological parents without giving up. There's no way you'd let me off. I can figure out another way to deal with 50 million, but I can't leave you alive. She pulled out a small knife; the tip plunged straight into my crescent birthmark. Following the curve of the crescent, she sliced across it. Then she produced a small bottle filled with clear liquid and forcefully poured it into my mouth, a bitter taste burned down my throat. This anesthetic takes effect in 20 minutes. After that, you'll lose consciousness. No matter what happens, you won't feel anything. I'm sorry, Sarah, but if only one of us gets to live, it has to be me. The anesthetic spread through my body; every ounce of strength disappeared. I slid onto the floor, feeling as though I could lose consciousness at any second. At that exact moment, Vincent returned.

Isabella kept pleading, tears streaming down her face. Beside her, I struggled to breathe and shook my head. desperately. I really Sarah. stop lying You might fool them for a while but not forever. Once the boss discovers your birthmark is fake you'll die an even worse. death Vincent looked down from above his sharp eyes fixed on the crescent mark exposed on my chest trying to determine which of us was telling the truth But he seemed completely unaware that the boss was looking for a daughter not a mistress. If he would only look more closely at my face, perhaps he would notice how much I resemble my father. Vincent, that group from last time is causing trouble in the casino again. You two stay here. Don't let either of them leave. I'll be right back. The VIP room door closed. Only the two of us remained. I never imagined the casino owner's obsession was this extreme. Match the birthmark, and you become the boss's wife. I fought to stay conscious, but my body kept sliding toward the floor. Blood continued pouring from the back of my head. I probably couldn't hold on much longer. What are you trying to do? I was wrong. I thought he just wanted someone to sleep with. No, I can't let you become the boss's wife. Otherwise, you'd never let me go, just like I would never let you go. We're best friends, if you let me go, I'll pretend none of this ever happened.

People have brought women with Crescent birthmarks before, but they didn't know the boss's exact requirements. They simply tattooed one and brought them here. And every single one of them was dealt with by the boss, you're lucky. This woman's crescent is exactly where the boss wants it—not even a millimeter off. Just wait; if she really is the one the boss wants, not only will your 50 million disappear, but your best friend will be living in luxury and dragging you along to enjoy it too. Isabella's eyes darted around; her expression suddenly changed. A terrible feeling rose inside me. Using the last of my strength, I opened my mouth. I am... Brother Vincent, I'm sorry. Her birthmark is fake. I can't deceive the boss. I'll repay the 50 million myself. I don't want to settle the debt this way anymore. Isabella, are you asking to die? No, she forced me! She, I found out from somewhere where the birth bark should could be, went to a tattoo stop and then had the unionist day. Now she forced me to bring her. she said she wanted to climb into the boss's bed and enjoy wealth and luxury, it's true, she threatened to kill my parents if I refused to bring her.

What happened with tears streaming down her face. Isabella pointed at me, Vincent, she was afraid of the pain while getting the tattoo, she ran away before the last part was colored in now the wound has split open it hurts so much that she's getting dizzy. Vincent lowered his gaze at the very tip of my crescent birthmark there was indeed a thin line slowly bleeding. So it really is fake. Go tell the boss not to waste his time coming. over A shadow fell over me Something cold touched my chest. You almost got us killed. So you like crescents so much, then I'll cut this piece of skin off your body and sew it onto your face. What? The knife pierced the wound. No, I'm the person the boss is looking for. He isn't looking for a mistress. ; he's looking for his daughter. I'm his daughter. No wonder you dared tattoo yourself and come here to die! You've got guts You even dare make up something like that Our boss doesn't even have a wife And you expect us to believe you're his daughter. The knife sank another inch At the same time, the anesthetic finally took effect I couldn't feel the pain anymore But I couldn't say another word either. Vincent, this is the boss's favorite carpet, take her away and get someone to clean the carpet. Vincent, should we sell her directly to the cartel? My heart tightened. I watched him wipe the knife clean with a handkerchief; his eyes filled with cruelty.