Chapter 2

I wiped a handful of frosting from my face, my eyes turning instantly ice-cold.

Looking at Bianca's triumphant smirk, I suddenly remembered an incident back in high school. She had tried to bully me back then too.

I couldn't be bothered to stoop to her level, but my family's men caught wind of it and beat her to a pulp.

She took a week off from school, claiming she went on a "luxury vacation."

I let out a dark chuckle. It seemed the lesson I taught her back then wasn't harsh enough.

"You have a death wish." Without a second thought, I backhanded Bianca hard across the face!

Smack! The crisp sound echoed as Bianca stumbled back from the force, landing pathetically on the floor, her gaudy diamond ring flying off.

"You hit me?!" Bianca shrieked, clutching her swelling red cheek in disbelief. "My husband is a powerful made man in the Castiglione family! Tear her apart!"

The redhead and the skinny woman lunged at me like rabid dogs.

As a true mafia princess, I was trained in elite hand-to-hand combat since childhood. And marrying Rocco only cemented the ultimate alliance between North America's two most lethal mafia families. Did these brainless bimbos really think they could hurt me?

I kicked the charging redhead flying, then grabbed the skinny woman's wrist, snapping it back with a vicious twist.

"Ahhh!" Screams echoed through the hall.

But these women had lost their minds. They started hurling everything from the tables at me—champagne, red wine, desserts.

I didn't suffer any real injuries, but in the chaotic crossfire, I was drenched in wine and sticky cake. My hair was a mess, and I looked completely disheveled.

"This estate bears the name Vitali!" I coldly swept my gaze over these pathetic clowns, like a sovereign looking down on ants. "You will pay for your insolence today with your lives!"

However, all I got back was arrogant laughter.

"Still dreaming!" Bianca scrambled up from the floor, pointing at me and mocking, "This is my husband's property!"

Right then, a black Mercedes pulled into the courtyard. A middle-aged man in a black suit stepped out. It was Thomas, the estate manager.

Hope sparked inside me. Thomas had always been perfectly respectful to me. He would back me up.

But what I saw next killed that hope. It quickly turned into cold, hard murder.

Thomas kept his head down and walked straight to Bianca. He wore a sickeningly eager smile, like a loyal dog.

"Mrs. Gallo! You look like an angel today!" He offered her a set of keys with both hands. "Here are the keys to the main house. Everything is ready, just as you asked."

"Mrs. Gallo?" I scoffed in disbelief, but my voice was drowned out by their laughter.

Bianca smugly took the keys and pointed at the disheveled mess I currently was: "Thomas, tell these guests who really owns this estate. Then clean up this trash blocking the way!"

I glared at Thomas, shooting daggers of cold warning. He had to tell the truth, or he would die a very ugly death. He had to...

But Thomas just gave a casual glance where Bianca pointed.

I saw a brief flicker of panic in his eyes when he looked at me. Even with my face smeared with cake and wine, he recognized me.

But greed quickly swallowed his fear. Nico must have paid him a fortune and promised I would never visit.

He flipped the truth without missing a beat.

"This estate belongs to Mr. Nico, of course," he announced with an oily smile, entirely dismissing my existence. "It's a surprise for his new bride."

"As for her?" He sneered at my back. "Just some delusional scammer trying to play house. Want me to call security and throw her out?"

The laughter around me grew even harsher.

"I told you! Trash like Alessia could never own a mansion like this!"

"Even the manager said so. End of story!"

Even Thomas betrayed me.

Bianca stepped closer and whispered venomously in my ear: "See? No one in this world is on your side. Because you are a nobody."

I slowly raised my head. A cruel smile touched my lips. "You better pray your fiancé can save your life later."

The sheer darkness in my eyes made her flinch. She stumbled back, then angrily stood up and shouted to the crowd: "Throw this crazy bitch out! Don't let her ruin my wedding!"