
![[ENG DUB] Unmasking the Seventh Daughter](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
After being separated for eighteen years, Cynthia Wilson returns to the prestigious, big Campbell family in the capital, only to face schemes from adopted daughter Paula and disdain from her grandmother who sees her as a country bumpkin.In reality, Cynthia is secretly a genius violinist, luxury jewelry designer, miracle doctor, and more. Harley Hensley breaks off their engagement but privately tries to flirt with her. Then one day, all of Cynthia’s hidden identities are exposed, and they both discover that fate had connected them all along.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

"For three years of marriage and five before that of love, Chiara Vitale gave everything to Dante Moretti — and he threw her in a cellar 99 times for it. Her father chose his illegitimate daughter over her. Her husband forced her to kneel and bow her head down ninety-nine steps for a woman who wasn't even family. In the end, betrayed and broken, she died running barefoot into oncoming traffic. She wakes up. It's before the wedding, and this time, she's done pretending. She cashes out her half of the family fortune, cuts every tie, and disappears — right before her own wedding. When Dante lifts the veil and finds Isabella standing there instead, his entire world collapses. He tears his family apart hunting for the truth, exacts brutal revenge on the people who took her from him, and crosses oceans chasing a woman who's already stopped waiting."

Liliana thought her online boyfriend, “Rex,” was just a dangerously charming stranger.For three months, they flirted, sexted, and shared fantasies they had never dared tell anyone else.Then one photo changed everything.A familiar crest revealed that Rex was connected to the Falcone mafia—the same crime family that owned the company Liliana worked for.Desperate to uncover his identity, she followed the clues straight to her boss, Marco. The matching cufflinks, the familiar details... everything fit.Until Liliana discovered Marco already had another woman.Humiliated and furious, she sent Rex one final message:“You’re a scumbag. We’re done.”Then she blocked him.What Liliana didn't know was that she had the wrong man.And somewhere above Marco sat the most dangerous man in the entire Falcone family—a ruthless Mafia Don who already knew exactly who she was.Now his online sweetheart had blocked him.And Don Alessandro Falcone had no intention of letting her disappear that easily.

Giovanna has been married to Milo, the mafia boss, for five years. Five months into her pregnancy, she overhears Milo ordering her kidneys to be removed for his long-lost beloved Bella. She also hears her mother Sophia confess that Bella is her biological daughter. All seven of Giovanna’s children were killed by Milo himself, and her eggs were stolen.Giovanna pretends to be obedient while secretly gathering three audio recordings and booking a flight for his birthday. After Bella moves into the estate, she provokes Giovanna repeatedly. Milo and Sophia take Bella’s side in everything. When Giovanna falls ill with an infection, she is banished to the attic. Bella yanks out her urinary catheter to frame her, and Sophia slaps her, forcing her to kneel.At the birthday banquet, Giovanna projects the audio recordings onto the large screen. The crowd is stunned as Milo’s order to harvest her kidneys, Sophia’s confession about their blood ties, and Bella’s own voice admitting to the whole conspiracy play out for everyone to hear.

At our wedding rehearsal, Dante Corleone brings Lucia Ferrante, the fiancee of his late brother, Davide. "Davide died protecting me in that shootout on Thanksgiving. Without him, I never would've become Don to the Corleone Famiglia," Dante says. "We have the rest of our lives together, Camilla, but this is Lucia's only chance." So I stand below the stage, watching my fiance drop to one knee before another woman in a wedding dress and reverently kiss the back of her hand. Then the priest turns to Dante and asks awkwardly, "Do you wish to stand before God and recite your vows to Ms. Ferrante?" Lucia bursts into tears and throws herself into Dante's arms. "Camilla, I'm not trying to steal anything from you," she sobs. "I just want to exchange the vows Davide never got a chance to give me before he died. If Dante is willing to stand in for his Fratello and marry me just this once, I'm sure Davide wouldn't mind." Without a second thought, Dante steps up to the altar. I stand below, watching him slip the very wedding ring I designed onto Lucia's finger. I look down at my own empty ring finger. And suddenly, it all feels so pointless. The vows could be borrowed. The ring could be borrowed. Even my man could be loaned out to comfort another woman. In that case, I'm done with this wedding.

"The explosion left Dante with amnesia — he forgot only his fiancée Elena and doted blindly on his stepsister Sophia. At the birthday party, Elena came to retrieve her grandmother’s sacred pendant. She was forced to eat allergenic mango and nearly lost her life. Sophia kept planting false evidence. The amnesiac Dante misjudged Elena, cut her piano wrist, and pushed her down from the third floor. Finding out she was not a blood daughter of the Bellini family, Elena gave up completely. She burned all her past memories and flew away to Italy. Now Dante knows the truth and comes after her. What will Elena choose?"