Too Late For Redemption: The Runaway Princess

I held a silver lighter to the velvet curtains of my father’s study, threatening to burn down the Foley crime legacy just to marry the man I loved.

My father, the Don, let me go. He told me I was dead to the family.

I thought I was choosing freedom with Ignatz. Instead, I chose a cage.

Three years later, while my family celebrated in their mansion, I was living in a moldy basement.

Ignatz didn’t love me; he beat me. His mother kicked me in the stomach until I lost my baby on the cold concrete floor.

While I bled out alone in the dark, my cousin's fiancée, Everleigh, visited just to laugh at me and fake her own pregnancy to secure the family fortune.

I vanished, leaving behind only a diary and a hidden camera feed.

When Kaleb, the family’s enforcer and the man who once promised to protect me, finally broke down my door, he didn't find a rebellious princess.

He found the footage of me being dragged by my hair. He found the bloodstained mattress.

The Don fell to his knees, weeping when he realized he had fed his daughter to wolves.

They destroyed Ignatz. They sent Everleigh to prison. They offered me fifty million dollars and the keys to the kingdom to make it right.

But when Kaleb stood on my porch, begging to fix me, I handed him a trash bag full of their money.

"You can't fix a shattered glass, Kaleb. You just cut yourself trying to hold the pieces together."

Chapter 1

Genevieve POV

I stood before the most powerful man in the city, my hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer force of the ultimatum I was about to deliver.

I held a silver lighter to the heavy velvet curtains of his study, the flame licking the air just inches from the fabric.

"If you do not let me go, I will burn this legacy to the ground," I vowed, my voice steadying. "And I will start with myself."

Don Arlington Foley did not flinch.

He sat behind his mahogany desk, a fortress of a man who treated his children like pawns and his enemies like dirt.

I was his only daughter.

I was the princess of the Foley crime family.

And I was begging to trade my crown for a life of poverty with a man my father considered an insect.

Ignatz Turner.

That was the name I threw at him like a grenade.

"I want to marry Ignatz," I said, my voice cracking under the weight of the silence.

"I want out, Papa. I want a normal life. I want to wake up without wondering who died in the night to pay for my silk sheets."

The Don looked at me with eyes that were cold enough to freeze hell over.

He stood up slowly, his shadow stretching across the room to swallow me whole.

"You are a Foley, Genevieve. You are a resource. You are a