An Identity Reveal Leads to Regret

I've always been frail by nature. Taking two consecutive steps can make me gasp for air. If I cough, there's a chance there's blood accompanying it.

When I'm seven years old, a homeless man in Bronzeton tries to snatch a half-eaten piece of bread from me.

I lie on the ground as I convulse like a dying fish with foam gathering at my mouth. My eyes have rolled to the back of my head as well, as though my seizure is acting up.

Thinking that I've gotten infected with some sort of disease, the homeless man is so frightened that he flees from Novarra overnight.

When I'm ten years old, a delinquent tries to demand protection money from me.

I react by spitting dark blood at his face. The poor guy screams at the top of his lungs as he runs down the street, only to get mistaken as a murderer by a police officer who happens to pass by the area.

Since then, everyone avoids me like plague on the street. They aren't scared of me—they are terrified that they might get into trouble because of me.

No one knows who my parents are. I've grown up in a rundown motel, and my adoptive mother is a stripper who used to be famous.

Whenever she gets drunk, she often tells me, "Your father is a mafia Don."

I've always thought that she's just running her mouth purely out of drunkenness. That is, until a black limo stops in front of me on the year I turn 18 years old.

Three men clad in black suits get out of the limo. The leader sinks down on one knee right in front of me, his voice quivering as he speaks.

"We finally found you, Ms. Salvatore. Your father is Vittorio Salvatore, the Don of one of the biggest mafia families in Novarra."

At first, I think this is just a scamming scheme. That is, until I'm taken to the estate located on Lacreth Isle that's six acres wide and sports iron gates with the Salvatore insignia carved into them.

On my first day home, the fake heiress, Serena Salvatore, purposefully releases the fearsome family dog in the estate just to intimidate me.

That dog keeps barking at me, frightening me to the point that I spit out blood on the spot before collapsing to the ground.

My mother, Rosalina Vitelli, almost loses her mind over my collapse.

But my older brother, Marco Salvatore, shouts at me angrily instead. "Why are you playing dead? You made Serena cry because of your antics!"

His voice is so loud that I feel as though my eardrums are going to burst anytime soon. Even my heart feels as though an invisible hand is gripping it tightly.

My eyes roll to the back of my head instantly as my body crashes on the spot.

Mamma flies into a rampage and almost beats Marco to death for scaring me.

Having witnessed everything, Serena kicks up a fuss