The Mafia's Regret: The Heiress Walked Away
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I've always had a habit of taking people at their word.
In high school, a girl who liked bullying me broke our classroom projector.
When the teacher walked in, she shoved a broken piece into my hand and whispered, "Hold this. Don't say anything."
I raised my hand.
"Mr. Harris, she broke the projector and gave me this piece. She also told me not to say anything."
At twenty, during my first internship, a senior colleague asked me to take the blame for missing money.
"You're new," she whispered. "The boss won't be too hard on you."
I nodded and turned to our supervisor.
"She took the money. She says you won't punish me because I'm new. Is that true?"
After that, people stopped expecting me to understand their little hints.
I thought honesty was simple.
Apparently, my biological family disagreed.
I'd spent eighteen years searching for them. Three years ago, I finally discovered I was the missing daughter of Vincent Valenti, Don of one of New York's most powerful Mafia Families.
For my twenty-fifth birthday, they threw me a grand celebration.
But when I approached the head table, Sienna, their adopted daughter, was sitting between my parents.
She smiled and touched my mother's arm.
"Paige, I've sat here for twenty-one years. You don't mind, do you?"
I looked at the place card with my name on it, pushed aside beside her plate.
Then I asked,
"Why wouldn't I mind?"
"Isn't this supposed to be my birthday?"
In high school, a girl who liked bullying me broke our classroom projector.
When the teacher walked in, she shoved a broken piece into my hand and whispered, "Hold this. Don't say anything."
I raised my hand.
"Mr. Harris, she broke the projector and gave me this piece. She also told me not to say anything."
At twenty, during my first internship, a senior colleague asked me to take the blame for missing money.
"You're new," she whispered. "The boss won't be too hard on you."
I nodded and turned to our supervisor.
"She took the money. She says you won't punish me because I'm new. Is that true?"
After that, people stopped expecting me to understand their little hints.
I thought honesty was simple.
Apparently, my biological family disagreed.
I'd spent eighteen years searching for them. Three years ago, I finally discovered I was the missing daughter of Vincent Valenti, Don of one of New York's most powerful Mafia Families.
For my twenty-fifth birthday, they threw me a grand celebration.
But when I approached the head table, Sienna, their adopted daughter, was sitting between my parents.
She smiled and touched my mother's arm.
"Paige, I've sat here for twenty-one years. You don't mind, do you?"
I looked at the place card with my name on it, pushed aside beside her plate.
Then I asked,
"Why wouldn't I mind?"
"Isn't this supposed to be my birthday?"












































