Her Soul Was Shattered, So Her Twin Chose Violence

My sister and I shared one body, Twin Souls bound together since birth, fighting over control for as long as I could remember.

The year we came of age, I gave my heart to the ninth-born son, Romeo. She fell for the heir apparent, Dante.

Our father laid down the rule: whichever girl's beloved claimed the seat of power would claim the body for good.

A year later, Dante Griffin was crowned Don.

He married my sister with a ceremony that shut down half the city, made her his blood-bound bride before every Capo on the Eastern Seaboard.

And I, as promised, sank into dormancy.