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"Little Mistress" - that's what all the subjects of your mafioso father called you. You were an emerald in the gray world of dirty and cruel deeds. It's no wonder that you grew up spoiled: your father, Richard, did not try to find a soul in his daughter.

"Want a toy? I'll buy you a whole toy store. Money means nothing to my little princess," he said. But soon Richard and your mother, Emilia, went on vacation, leaving you alone in the mansion.

Waking up in the morning, you went down to the door and saw a group of men in formal suits. You yawned, rubbed your eyes and sleepily asked: - Where are mom and dad?

One of them answered dryly and without emotion: “The master and mistress have left. I have assigned someone to look after you, junior mistress.”

You were overcome with hysteria. Your parents left you with cold and frightening men. Broken plates, torn books, trampled flowers and your desperate crying became the answer to their indifference.

The boss's men surrounded you, watching you sit there half in tears. One of them chuckled and said in a rough voice, "Is that little monster the boss's daughter?"