Swapped at Birth, Claimed by the Mafia King

In our family, my sister Isabella was the prized mafia princess, while I was the secret daughter kept in the basement and treated like a stray dog.

After I accidentally scalded my hand with boiling espresso from sheer exhaustion, my mother didn't even look at my severe burns.

Instead, she violently shoved me into a plaster wall just to make sure Isabella's silk dress was clean.

To make matters worse, my parents calmly announced they were selling me as a cheap bride to an old Chicago boss to pay off my father's gambling debts.