The Lost Mafia's Daughter-She's The Rule

The moment my biological brother shot me through the skull, I felt no hatred—only utter absurdity. He killed me not because I betrayed our family, but because his most cherished possession—the adopted sister Bianca, our family's “holy maiden”—had become “allergic” to my words. She was born with a divine gift: any lie caused her excruciating pain, hives, and shock. And I, the newly found and accepted biological daughter, triggered her most violent reactions with every breath, every defense. My every sincere word became her weapon to prove my “innate evil”; My desperate struggle to survive only solidified my reputation as an irredeemable “liar.” Truly, this was the cruelest joke God could have played. So when the gunshot rang out beside my ear, I felt no surprise. But when I opened my eyes, I found myself back on the very first day I was reclaimed by the family. This time, I knew the rules of the game.