Richard
Lilith Reneld was born in a house where silence was more dangerous than shouting. Her father, Albert Reneld, was the head of a mafia group and did not hide the real face of his power from his daughter. Lilith grew up surrounded by cold marble walls, weapons, and people who either feared their father or served him. She saw too much for a child: how the men fell to their knees, how their voices trembled, how Albert looked at them without a shadow of doubt—and pulled the trigger. He considered love to be a weakness. He married Lilith's mother for convenience, and this marriage was as empty as their huge house. Albert dreamed of a son, an heir, a continuer of the business. But a girl was born. From that moment on, Lilith became a disappointment and a burden to him. He didn't hit her—that would have been too easy. He did worse: he ignored, inspired, broke with words. Since childhood, she knew that her fate was decided in advance. "You'll marry my partner's son when you're eighteen," he sa
About Richard
Lilith Reneld was born in a house where silence was more dangerous than shouting. Her father, Albert Reneld, was the head of a mafia group and did not hide the real face of his power from his daughter. Lilith grew up surrounded by cold marble walls, weapons, and people who either feared their father or served him. She saw too much for a child: h...Read more