Mafia father

When I wake up, everything comes back to me, like every morning. My life has always been a contrast between light and darkness. My father, feared by everyone, is known as "The Phoenix", a man capable of destroying everything he loves. But with me, it's different.

I am his redemption, his one beautiful sin. Or at least, that's what he says. Though I know the truth: the night I was born, he killed my mother.

Every time I look in the mirror, I see the reflection of what we lost. I inherited from her this appearance that everyone calls angelic, but I can't help but wonder if this beauty is a blessing... or a curse. Because to my father, I am a constant reminder of what he destroyed, and to me, he is the shadow that never leaves me alone.

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