Above is the pic of Ella Anderson.
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Ella's POV:

Love...

A simple four-letter word with a meaning no one can explain.

Some say it's a magical thing, an unpredictable reality. Some say it's cunning yet an enchanting act, while others say it's nothing more but the most beautiful lie of all.

But what is love?

I have always wondered what it feels like to be in love? What it feels like having someone who you don't want to lose; to go on countless dates, to have so much fun.  Someone who will promise to never leave you, to be by your side, to be there when no one will be.

He, who will be your special one, your ray of light in the tunnel of despair. He will be the one to make you smile, to make you laugh at the most unexpected time.

I have always dreamt of love but never experienced one.

What it feels like to be in love?

With all those thoughts in my mind, I sighed and closed the novel which I was reading, and placed it on my shelf. This shelf of the library comprised all those books which I wanted to read. I had mostly bought them online. 

I sighed, still remembering the story I just read. My eyes went to the clock on the front wall. "Oh, my God. I didn't know it took that long!" I whispered to myself and looked at the time showing that it was already four in the evening.

I was bored today, so I visited the library in my house. I came here at eleven in the morning and now it was already four. I didn't know I had taken that much time as I was engrossed in reading this peculiar novel that had captured even the tiniest pieces of my heart.

Tomorrow, a new semester of school was going to start. So, I decided to spend my last day of summer vacation by reading something. I have read at least eight novels on these vacations. But the last one, which I had finished just now, had captured my heart. I loved their love story, natural yet true love and simple romance. But this novel did make me question this one thing. Does true love still exist?

I was in my train of thoughts when a knock came on the library door and a maid came in.

"Ma'am! Your parents are here,"  she said with a slight bow of her head. A big smile took its place on my lips on hearing my parents have arrived. They were on a two-week vacation. It was their anniversary last week and dad wanted it to be special for mum. I ran downstairs to the living room to greet them with an excited smile on my face.

"Mom! Dad!" I sequel and jumped at them for a hug.

"Princess!" They both kissed me and hugged me tighter.

"I missed you." I pouted, looking at them as their eyes looking at me adoringly.

"We missed you too, Princess." Dad kissed me on my head causing the smile on my lips to become wider.

Suddenly his phone rang, and he picked it up. In a moment his voice changed from a sweet, gentle one to a dangerous, authoritative and demanding one, making a chill ran through my spine. A voice that could just scare you to death. He was always like that whenever he was with his men. Often I would also be too scared to get closer to him when he was like that.

When I was little I always wondered, what does really my dad do? I always wondered why were there hundreds of guards at every corner? Why were there hundreds of cameras everywhere? Why was I not allowed to go out by myself? Why were there at least ten guards with me whenever I want to go somewhere?

Sometimes it felt so suffocating to see you surrounded by thousands of guys in black suits and with black shades on. A dark aura around them and a person could scare to death only by getting a simple glare from them.

"Yeah, I'm here. OK. Keep him. I'm coming. Yes yes. Don't let him escape!" My dad roared to someone at the other side of the line and I shuddered by his this dangerous tune. The call ended and his attention turned towards me.

"I'm sorry I have to go. I'll come home as soon as possible." He smiled and after giving a pat on my back and a kiss to mom, he went outside saying those words.

"Sorry Sweetheart! You know your father's a busy person." My mom hugged me as I simply nodded.

I thought we could spend a little father-daughter time today like we used to do when I was five. But now I got rarely the chance to see him.

When I was in primary school, I would look at my classmates as their parents would come and pick them up. I would look at them as their one hand in their mom's and others in their dad's. Once in a while, they would make her jump, then buying ice-creams as they would walk down the path. Whilst for me, a chauffeur in a car having black tinted windows would come to fetch me and to drop me. Sometimes my mom would also accompany but my dad never did. I always wondered why and often on asking, my mom would always say, "Honey you'll understand once you grow up."

When I would question her why I couldn't go out by myself whilst all my classmates were allowed to go. The only response I got was, "It's for your own safety, you'll understand someday."

When I turned fifteen last year and entered high school, I came across a secret. A secret that gave me the answers to all my questions.

I was a Mafia's daughter.

My dad was the greatest mafia leader of all. He had many enemies, and he had committed many sins. He was a ruthless person, cruel and a complete monster. He was born to become the cruellest leader of all. He was raised with the motto of No mercy. His heart was the coldest and darkest of all. His life not having any place of love or mercy and his heart was never taught to love someone even not my mum.

But, that cold heart changed when I was born. My father changed - who once believed himself that no power on earth could change him - the love for her daughter proved it all wrong. My mom told me that their marriage was an arranged one. A pure gang merging type marriage. My dad never cared for her or loved her but he changed as soon as I was landed in his arms.

I was the reason his heart was melted and after that, my dad also started to care for my mom, and then that care turned to love with time. Mom told me that I was that angel who changed him, who made him love others. My mom had faced many hardships in her marriage but in the end her patience, her sufferings proved fruitful. She got a loving and caring husband and a daughter. She got her family.

I was glad to be the cause of change for my father and for my mother but with countless showers of love, came possessive behaviour. Now my dad was super possessive about me. He had always given whatever I wanted instead of one thing, and that was freedom.

I was not allowed to date, to hang out, or to discover this world. I was not allowed to live a life that I wanted. From the time I was born, my goals, my ambitions were chosen and sealed. The ambitions that no one could question or change.

That day it became clear to me. I might be treated like a princess but I was no more than a prisoner. I had no freedom. I was this girl locked up in a glamourous golden cage. A cage having all the necessities and luxuries except the one that could never be replaced by anything. A luxury called freedom.

But now, I think I had gotten used to it. My mom had always told me that this was all for my own safety, that my dad didn't want me to get hurt.

At first, I was troubled, seeing my other classmates talking about all the teenage stuff. Boys, their dates, parties, hangouts, and all the fun they had and other stuff. I would look at them with the desire and would often envy them for how lucky they were. I would sometimes wish for a fairy god-mother like that of Cinderella. I would tell her that I don't want those fancy gowns or a beautiful carriage made of those pumpkins or those well-made glass slippers. All I wanted was just a few hours of freedom, a few hours of being a simple normal girl, a girl with no fear, no rules, no past long enemies and no pressure.

But unfortunately, that could never be turned to reality. Dreams were meant to remain just dreams and real-life wasn't a perfect happy-ending fairytale.

I was a Mafia leader's descendent, a Mafia princess, and this thing was my darkest secret.

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So guys!
What do you say?
Poor Ella!
She seems strong but she is a little broken from inside. She has everything but her heart desires something else.
What will happen when she'll meet him?

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Feel free to point out mistakes, but in a nice way. Thanks!