Not A Future Donna

Betty's slap made my head ring.The pack she'd brought with her closed in, hurling insults nonstop."You filthy bitch! Bottom-feeding trash! Too lazy to work, so you open your legs instead?""That's right! You think you can steal my best friend's man and walk away? We're fixing that today!"Neighbors from the surrounding villas heard the noise and gathered outside, hungry for a show.I tried to reason with her. "You're Betty, right? You've made a mistake. I'm not the woman you're looking for."I remembered Lucas calling her gentle—his true love. Maybe something set her off, made her jump to conclusions. For his sake, I swallowed my rage and kept my tone even.But it only made her bolder."You've got the nerve to fuck a taken man, but not the spine to own it?" she shrieked. "I saw the cozy picture you posted with my boyfriend!"Then it clicked.The "other woman" she was screaming about… was me.All over one photo with my own brother after years apart.I stared at her, cold.

The broad-shouldered figure of my brother filled the doorway, his voice a low thunder that froze everyone in place.The moment Lucas's face filled the livestream, the chat exploded.Viewers lost their minds over his looks, his build. Even Betty's friends stared, hypnotized. One let out a gasp."Betty, that's your fiancé? He's gorgeous!""Rich and that handsome? No wonder this slut was desperate.""Betty, you hit the jackpot!"Soaking in their jealousy, Betty straightened up, preening. She immediately latched onto Lucas's arm, shielding him from their view."Baby, you saw my stream and came for me, right?" she cooed, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "This woman threatened me—said she was going to take you. I had to put her in her place!"She buried her face in his chest, playing the wounded kitten.But Lucas shoved her off without a second thought. He rushed to me instead, cut my binds, and wrapped his jacket around my shoulders—never once looking at Betty.Betty stood

Just two days ago, Betty and her crew had swaggered around like they owned the world. Now, they were huddled together like scared rabbits, their faces pale and defeated.Betty's eyes were swollen, her face drawn and dull—she looked like a different person entirely.She was taking it the hardest.It wasn't just the impossible debt hanging over her.More than that, she'd truly believed that livestream—exposing the "mistress"—would make her famous and win Lucas back.But there was no mistress. Just a burned reputation, a vanished fanbase, and the total loss of her most powerful asset: her fiancé and his family.Any dream of becoming a Mafia Donna was now dust.Of course Betty couldn't accept it.But what she really couldn't accept… was still coming.My men had gone through the wreckage of my home, item by item. When the final tally landed, it sent a shockwave through the whole group.Ten million dollars.The moment that number hit the air, the girls broke into a panicked murmur.

Betty's expression went completely hollow. The desperate, pleading light in her eyes flickered and died. I didn't wait for another word. I simply gave the order to my men, and they dragged the whole lot of them away. As the debt collection agents hauled them off one by one, Lucas and I closed the door without a second glance.In the weeks that followed, Betty and her crew sold everything—cars, clothes, jewelry. It wasn't even close to enough. Driven out of the neighborhood and with nowhere left to turn, they ended up calling the police on themselves. After the trial, they were sent upstate.The day they were sentenced, Lucas brought out the family ring. He'd paid a fortune to have it meticulously restored. He tried to give it back to me—but I stopped him.I saw then that he'd grown. He didn't need my protection in everything anymore.…A year passed.Lucas was officially running the Family business now. And he'd finally met his match—Jenny Licciardi. She was bright, kind-hear