เข้าสู่ระบบMarco stood on a makeshift platform, his head wrapped in bandages. He was holding up what he claimed was a "written confession in blood" as he sobbed dramatically to Isabella, who held the camera."I'm filing a complaint! That witch Giulia even sent people to hunt me down so no one would discover her identity!"Look, everyone! My home has been destroyed like this, and I can't even go back! Please, help me!"He shamelessly exploited everything to gain sympathy. The clueless onlookers ate it up.Just then, police suddenly burst through the door."Marco Benedetti, Isabella Romano, you're under arrest for multiple criminal offenses!"Isabella let out a shocked cry and fainted. Marco was pinned to the ground, stunned."You corrupt cops! You have to be on the take! Why aren't you arresting Giulia? She's the mafia Principessa!"The lead officer spoke calmly. "According to our investigation, you've spent years haunting casinos while the woman you call the mafia Principessa worked 20-ho
Marco froze, his face going pale as the reality sank in."Impossible... This can't be..."I twisted the knife coldly. "So whose baby is Isabella really carrying? Such a mystery!"Marco whipped his head around, eyes bloodshot, glaring at the trembling Isabella. "You whore!"Isabella's eyes darted away as she clutched her stomach and scrambled backward. "No, Marco, let me explain...""You filthy slut!" Marco completely lost it. He lunged at her like a wild animal, hands clamped around her throat."I'll kill you and that bastard!"The two of them rolled on the ground, clawing and biting at each other until they were covered in blood. I waved my hand in disgust."Drag these rabid dogs off my property!""Giulia! You can't leave! You have to save me!" Marco screamed desperately at me while Isabella tore at his face. "I know the family's secrets! If you dare abandon me, I'll expose everything!"I crossed the threshold without looking back. As the heavy doors closed slowly behind me,
Two rows of elders in black suits filed out. The head butler, carrying a black and gold document, hurried over to me."Principessa."Elio Pisano bowed deeply, his voice carrying across the entire courtyard. "The Don is waiting inside. Welcome home."The entire scene fell silent. The enforcers immediately released their grip and stepped aside respectfully.I took the document with cold indifference. "Clean up the entrance."Elio bowed his head respectfully. "Sì, Principessa.""Wait! Giulia!" Marco suddenly erupted with a shocking will to survive, breaking free from his restraints."If you're really the mafia Principessa, why didn't you tell me sooner? Why did you let me make a fool of myself everywhere like some clown?"Isabella also grasped at this last straw, dropping to her knees and begging, "Giulia! If you pay off this debt for us, I'll give Marco back to you! I won't compete with you anymore!"I couldn't help but laugh mockingly. "Are you out of your minds? You expect me
The debt collector glanced at the agreement and waved his hand. His men immediately surrounded Marco and Isabella, leaving no room to escape.I turned around. My heels clicked crisply against the marble steps as I prepared to enter.Marco screamed in desperation. "You knew that heir identity was fake all along! Did you set me up?"A cruel smile curved my lips. "You let your own greed consume you. Who's to blame for that?"Hearing the truth, Isabella collapsed to the ground, all fight draining from her body.The auction enforcers lost their patience completely. A heavy combat boot ground down on Marco's knuckles. "Pay up, or we'll take what we're owed ourselves.""Argh!"The sound of shattering bone accompanied his screams, echoing across the courtyard. Marco writhed on the ground in agony."Here! I have money!" Isabella scrambled in terror, fumbling to pull out the black card Marco had given her yesterday."This card has access to the family fund! It's temporarily frozen, but
A deathly silence blanketed the scene.Marco and Isabella stood there gaping. The crowd of hangers-on instinctively backed away."P-Principessa?" Marco's neck turned stiffly, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.I removed my sunglasses. My ash-gray eyes, identical to the Don's, swept over Marco with indifference. It was like I was looking at a piece of trash beyond recycling."You don't get to call me that."My red lips parted. "I don't know them. Don't let them in."Then I walked straight toward the doors that opened for me."Throw them far away. Don't dirty the family's floors.""Impossible! This can't be happening!"Marco's face twisted as he lunged at the two guards, screaming. "Are you blind? She's some working-class nobody who can't even afford rent! How could she be the mafia Principessa?"Isabella's eyes went wild with panic, her sharp nails nearly tearing through her handbag. "They must've bribed you! Let us in! Marco is the real heir!""Bribed?" The guard
Luca still hadn't woken up. The monotonous beeping of the heart monitor hammered against my nerves.I stood watch outside. After instructing the doctor to keep a close eye on him, I walked out of the hospital.A stretched Lincoln was parked by the entrance. The moment the driver saw me, he stepped out and opened the door.Half an hour later, the car stopped at the end of the red carpet leading to "Regal Manor". This was the family's public headquarters.Marco and Isabella's group had just arrived as well.Seeing me step out of the car, Marco's still-swollen face instantly contorted. "Giulia! You've got some nerve following us here!"I haven't settled yesterday's score with you yet! What, having regrets now? Rented a fancy car to come beg for my forgiveness?"A crowd of lowlifes Marco had met at the clubs swarmed around them, letting out grating laughter."So this is the ex who dragged Marco down for six years?""Marco, she probably saw you're getting your identity announced to







