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House of Medici: The Last Blood

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Persia Zarwick was not a hero. She was a pimp, a criminal, and a street predator dressed in gold. A smiling parasite who understood that loyalty lasted only until fear, love, or money offered something better. For sixty years, persia survived the streets of chicago by refusing to become anyone’s prey. Then one night, beneath the flickering lights of a filthy motel parking lot, her own people betrayed her. Surrounded. Shot in the back. Executed by a young man who believed he had finally killed the monster. Persia expected hell. Instead, she woke up beneath the painted ceiling of an ancient palace. Her new body belonged to Annabelle de’ Medici. The forgotten former head of one of europe’s oldest and most corrupt dynasties. A tiny but towering, frail and aged woman abandoned inside her own home while her nephew ruled florence in her place. The medici believe Annabelle is weak. They believe she is dying. They believe the inheritance buried with her can never rise again. They are wrong. Outside the palace walls, the world is collapsing beneath disease, fear, and political unrest. Strange rumors are spreading. Events are being buried. And somewhere among ordinary orchards and forgotten places, persia has awakened inside a family built on masks. A house of blood, wealth, betrayal, and beautiful monsters. Unfortunately for them, she has spent an entire lifetime learning how monsters survive. And this time, she does not intend to settle for one street. She intends to own the city. ⸻ (Persia’s POV) "Let’s start with you." I said with a bloody smile. She will outlive them all. Even if the crown must drown in blood. ------------------------------------------ Author Note: This is a spin-off of my other story (I Became Beyonce’s Half Sister) and is a part of the I.C.T.M.H.E.T.E.M.H universe. WARNING WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ ⚠️ Content Warning: Throughout this story, there are scenes involving strong language, physical and emotional abuse, sexual situations, violence, and other mature or disturbing themes. Please read with discretion.
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