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Chapter 8 EIGHT img
Chapter 9 NINE img
Chapter 10 TEN img
Chapter 11 ELEVEN img
Chapter 12 TWELVE img
Chapter 13 THIRTEEN img
Chapter 14 FOURTEEN img
Chapter 15 FIFTEEN img
Chapter 16 SIXTEEN img
Chapter 17 SEVENTEEN img
Chapter 18 EIGHTEEN img
Chapter 19 NINETEEN img
Chapter 20 TWENTY img
Chapter 21 TWENTY ONE img
Chapter 22 TWENTY-TWO img
Chapter 23 TWENTY THREE img
Chapter 24 TWENTY-FOUR img
Chapter 25 TWENTY-FIVE img
Chapter 26 TWENTY SIX img
Chapter 27 TWENTY SEVEN img
Chapter 28 TWENTY-EIGHT img
Chapter 29 TWENTY-NINE img
Chapter 30 THIRTY img
Chapter 31 THIRTY ONE img
Chapter 32 THIRTY-TWO img
Chapter 33 THIRTY THREE img
Chapter 34 THIRTY-FOUR img
Chapter 35 THIRTY-FIVE img
Chapter 36 THIRTY-SEVEN img
Chapter 37 THIRTY-EIGHT img
Chapter 38 THIRTY-NINE img
Chapter 39 FORTY img
Chapter 40 FORTY ONE img
Chapter 41 FORTY-TWO img
Chapter 42 FORTY-THREE img
Chapter 43 FORTY-FOUR img
Chapter 44 FORTY-FIVE img
Chapter 45 FORTY- SIX img
Chapter 46 FORTY- SEVEN img
Chapter 47 THIRTY SIX img
Chapter 48 FORTY EIGHT img
Chapter 49 FORTY NINE img
Chapter 50 FIFTY img
Chapter 51 FIFTY ONE img
Chapter 52 FIFTY TWO img
Chapter 53 FIFTY-THREE img
Chapter 54 I trust only you, Catarina. I won't allow anyone else to operate on me img
Chapter 55 The room plunged into semi-darkness img
Chapter 56 Dante, you've crossed every boundary. img
Chapter 57 Tell me, what weighs on your soul, Catarina img
Chapter 58 I could swear I heard... img
Chapter 59 Have you decided on something img
Chapter 60 Who cut off Adam's ear img
Chapter 61 What are you doing here img
Chapter 62 Do you love Adam more than you loved me img
Chapter 63 Cliché img
Chapter 64 Are you kidding me, Dante img
Chapter 65 The computer img
Chapter 66 I can't accept that, Dante. img
Chapter 67 Thought I was joking, Catarina img
Chapter 68 The impeccably white hallways img
Chapter 69 Stop it, Catarina img
Chapter 70 Dante, how did this happen img
Chapter 71 The train glided smoothly img
Chapter 72 Vince img
Chapter 73 How did you two meet img
Chapter 74 Dante and I were kissing img
Chapter 75 ADAM'S POV img
Chapter 76 It was supposed to be us img
Chapter 77 The village img
Chapter 78 secret door img
Chapter 79 Plan B img
Chapter 80 Who are you img
Chapter 81 Do you not remember me, Catarina img
Chapter 82 Limbo img
Chapter 83 Amnesia img
Chapter 84 Why do you want to know about Dante img
Chapter 85 Trust me img
Chapter 86 Russian roulette img
Chapter 87 Who are you to me img
Chapter 88 DANTE'S POV img
Chapter 89 DANTE'S POV img
Chapter 90 DANTE'S POV img
Chapter 91 DANTE'S POV img
Chapter 92 Well, things have changed img
Chapter 93 What's your name again img
Chapter 94 Good morning img
Chapter 95 Piromalli img
Chapter 96 Who is Adam Scott img
Chapter 97 I slipped back into my black nightgown img
Chapter 98 Do you not trust me img
Chapter 99 we're leaving the mansion img
Chapter 100 Why are we here, Michele img
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Chapter 6 SIX

After a pleasant lunch with the girls, I returned home to the Mancuso family mansion. However, my tranquility was soon disrupted when Federica came to me with a serious expression.

"Federica, what's going on?" I asked, anxious.

Federica looked at me, understanding my apprehension. "Don Salvatore has called you to his office. You should go there immediately."

I could only imagine that my request to lead 'Ndrangheta activities in Tuscany was about to be discussed with Don Salvatore.

I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, and thanked Federica before making my way to the office of the head of the Mancuso family. Likewise, I knew this moment was crucial, and my decisions would have a significant impact on my future in the mafia.

Upon entering the office, I found Don Salvatore seated in his chair behind the desk. He looked at me with seriousness and gestured for me to approach. I took a seat in front of the desk, my mind spinning with anticipation.

Don Salvatore broke the silence by saying, "Bambolina, I think it's time to give you your birthday present."

He picked up a black leather folder from the desk and placed it in front of me. My eyes locked onto the folder, and I picked it up, curious about its contents. I opened the folder, and my eyes widened in surprise when I saw what was inside: an admission letter to Harvard University.

Confused, I looked at Don Salvatore. "But... I didn't apply to any university, let alone Harvard."

Don Salvatore smiled enigmatically, his experienced eyes watching my reaction. "I know, Catarina. But I took care of it for you."

I was perplexed. He had applied for me? I didn't know if I should be grateful or concerned. "Don Salvatore, I have no plans to go to college. My desire is to be part of the family's business, to lead activities in Tuscany."

He tilted his head, as if he expected my reaction. "Why do you want to get involved in this, Bambolina? You have great potential. Lucrezia spoke highly of your dedication to taking care of her, understanding the procedures that were..."

I took a deep breath, feeling determined to explain my choice. "My potential is in the mafia, Don Salvatore, not in becoming a doctor. I know Mama Lucrezia's wish was for me to become a doctor, but my passion lies here, with the family and the business."

Don Salvatore stared at me, evaluating my words. His expression was serious, and he knew this decision could affect the family's dynamics.

"I understand what you're saying, Bambolina," he said finally. "But I believe you have incredible potential for an academic career. Furthermore, fulfilling Lucrezia's final wish is important to me."

My frustration grew. I didn't want to go to Harvard, and it was difficult to accept that my wishes were being ignored. "I respect Mama Lucrezia's wish, Don Salvatore, but my place is here with the family."

He sighed, his expression softening slightly. "Catarina, you need to understand that I'm doing this because I believe it's best for you. I took care of it personally, spoke with Lorenzo Morabito in the United States, and now you have a unique opportunity. Harvard is one of the best universities in the world, and I don't want you to waste this chance. I'm sure one day you'll thank me for this, Bambolina."

My stubbornness flared, and I abruptly stood up from the chair. "I'm not going to Harvard, Don Salvatore, and that's final."

He also stood up, looking at me firmly. "You will go, Catarina."

My anger overflowed, and I couldn't contain my frustration any longer. "I won't!"

"Catarina, sit down now!" Salvatore ordered, irritated.

Ignoring his stern look and the implicit warning in his voice, I turned and left Don Salvatore's office, leaving him behind.

This wasn't how I had planned my birthday present, but it was clear that Don Salvatore wasn't going to yield. I left the office determined to find a way to forge my own path, even if it meant challenging the man who had rescued and raised me as his own daughter.

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After the intense argument with Don Salvatore, I left his office with anger and frustration in my heart. I went straight to my room and threw myself on the bed, letting the tears that had been building up flow freely. It was hard not to feel that my family didn't see me as part of it, despite all I had done to prove otherwise.

I cried in silence, allowing my emotions to flow freely when Federica, my faithful companion and confidante, entered the room. She sat beside me on the bed, gently stroking my brown hair, as she always did in difficult times.

"Catarina, dear, everything will be okay," she said with a soft and comforting voice.

I sobbed and shook my head, disbelieving. "Nothing will be okay, Federica. Apparently, not even Don Salvatore sees me as part of the family, no matter how hard I try."

Federica tried to console me, her words filled with love and concern. "He's thinking about what's best for you, Catarina, as if you were his own daughter."

I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand, feeling the bitterness of the situation. "But I'm not his daughter, Federica. And I'll never be seen as such. If that were true, I would already have the position I asked for and not just a frivolous party."

Federica sighed and continued to caress my hair, choosing her words carefully. "Catarina, please don't see things this way. Don Salvatore is doing what he believes is best for you. He loves you and cares about your future."

I looked at her with eyes filled with sadness. "If he loves me and cares about my future, then why doesn't he support me in the choices I want to make? Why does he insist on pushing me down a path that isn't mine?"

Federica looked at me with tenderness. "Sometimes, what we want for ourselves isn't always what's best for us, Catarina. Don Salvatore wants to protect you, to keep you safe. And perhaps he's right to believe that you should stay out of this dangerous world."

I knew Federica was trying to comfort me, but my determination was unwavering. "I don't want to stay out of this world, Federica. This is my family, this is where I belong. I'll fight for my place."

Federica sighed again, but then her expression softened. "All right, Catarina, I understand your decision. But please, stop crying and get ready. Soon, the makeup, hair, and dress people will be here to get you ready for the party."

I took a deep breath, knowing that Federica was right. It was time to put on my emotional armor and face the world outside, even if it was a world full of challenges and uncertainties. My birthday party was approaching, and I was determined to show everyone that I was more than just a "Bambolina." It was time to forge my own path and prove my worth in the Mancuso family.

            
            

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