Chapter 3

Mamma’s name was taboo in the Vitale estate.

Normally, if anyone dared to mention her, Father would lose his temper on the spot.

However, today, when Donna Moretti brought her up, Father only lowered his eyes gloomily.

Bianca lowered her head as well, her voice soft.

“I miss Mamma all the time. The reason I want to do well in the family business is because I want to carry on her legacy too.”

Then she pulled a jade pendant out from her collar.

“This was the keepsake Mamma left me. Whenever I feel sad, I touch it, and it feels like she’s still by my side.”

All the blood in my body rushed straight to my head.

That was mine!

That was the jade pendant Mamma gave me!

The last thing she left behind for me.

I rushed out from the shadows of the staircase and grabbed the pendant.

“Alessia! Who allowed you out?” Father’s expression changed instantly.

“Bianca, when did you steal it?” My voice was shaking.

For the past eight years, I’d touch that pendant every night before sleeping.

This morning, it had still been inside my broken metal box.

The surprise on Bianca’s face quickly turned into innocence. “Steal it? Alessia, what are you talking about? Mamma left this pendant to me.”

“You’re lying!” My voice barely sounded like my own anymore. “That was my grandmother’s keepsake! Mamma personally put it on me herself!”

“Alessia Vitale!”

Father stood up and slapped me across the face.

“Have you caused enough trouble yet? This is an interview! The magazine editor-in-chief is sitting right here!”

“I don’t care!” I could feel the corner of my mouth split open as blood ran down my chin. “Mamma left this to me! What gives her the right to take it away?”

“Also!” I stared at Bianca. “My Mamma isn’t dead! You have no right to say that she is!”

The living room fell silent for a moment.

Donna Moretti hesitated before looking at Father.

“Don Vitale… this is…?”

Father’s face looked as cold and hard as iron, his voice completely emotionless as he said, “A servant’s child.”

My entire body froze.

It was true that he had already announced to the outside world that Bianca was his only daughter.

At school, Bianca had always told everyone that I was the daughter of a servant, too.

However, this was the first time Father had said it himself, and that I didn’t deserve to be his child.

A trace of satisfaction flashed across Bianca’s face.

While I was frozen in shock, she snatched the pendant back from my hand. The movement was too rough, and the pendant flew out and crashed against the marble floor.

The jade shattered into five pieces.

I stared at the broken fragments on the floor, my mind completely blank.

The last thing Mamma left me was gone, too.

“Are you satisfied now?” Father’s voice sounded distant. “Get back to your cellar.”

I crouched down and picked up the broken pieces.

My fingernails split open, blood covered my hands, and my tears fell onto the shattered jade, burning hot.

The entire family turned against me.

What happened that day quickly spread through all five Mafia families in Corholt.

Everyone was talking about it.

They said Father and Bianca were kind, while I was ungrateful.

In the end, I became a laughingstock throughout Corholt.

[Don Vitale is so generous, even to a servant’s child.]

[That girl is completely ungrateful. She eats the Vitale family’s food, lives in the Vitale estate, and still bullies Miss Bianca.]

[I heard she even stole things before. Someone like that shouldn’t be allowed to stay.]

[Bianca really looks like late Donna Vitale. If she were still here, she would definitely feel sorry for her.]

When I saw that last comment, it felt like a knife stabbed straight into my chest.

If Mamma were still here, would she feel sorry for me? Would she even recognize me?

Or would she stand on Bianca’s side, just like Father did?

After all, I was the reason she disappeared.

And there wasn’t a single trace of her on my face.