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You Sure You Wanna Bully a Mafia Principessa? Chapter 9
Three days had passed when I arrived at the school gates in a jet-black Lincoln limousine, noticing that aside from the wind, the surroundings were completely still. Those students and teachers merely stared at me with a combination of awe, terror, and a strange kind of jealousy. Cesare Sartori—my principal—hurried over, his beer belly bouncing as he jogged. He personally opened the car door for me and said with a fawning smile, "There were some oversights in our school's administration earlier, causing you some distress, Ms. Corleone." I was wearing a brand-new Hermes backpack and a bespoke Chanel outfit. I merely nodded politely at him, saying, "I would just like to study for my SATs in peace, Mr. Sartori."I walked directly into the school building after saying that, leaving behind Mr. Sartori, who was maintaining a respectful posture.I found a brand-new desk waiting for me, polished and pristine. I also noticed that my classmates, who had previously treated me like I was inv
You Sure You Wanna Bully a Mafia Principessa? Chapter 8
In that instant, Enrico's face became paler than Mirthaven's midwinter snow, while Ms. Pagani's legs gave way, causing her to slump to the ground. I was shielded behind Papa's broad hand, cutting off the gazes watching from all around, while my other fathers stayed close to me as we moved through the dead-silent crowd.I was ushered into the lead stretch Lincoln, where Vittorio Mancini and Riccardo Costa, my 32nd father, were already seated. Vittorio answered a call as the car smoothly pulled away, speaking with mechanical coldness. "Go ahead and freeze all of the Bianco Famiglia's accounts and make sure he doesn't get to transfer any money."Riccardo slipped on his Bluetooth headset. He spoke quite softly, but I heard every word distinctly. "That mine is over the radiation limit? Great! Give the story to the biggest media platforms and let them investigate thoroughly. "I've already spoken to the Department of Education—Marianna Pagani is banned from teaching for life."I fina
You Sure You Wanna Bully a Mafia Principessa? Chapter 7
In that instant, a deathly silence settled over the school gates.Ettore's hand, the one he had used to manhandle me, just hung there, paralyzed. His fury evaporated in a heartbeat, replaced by nothing but sheer panic and bewilderment.Enrico stood there, his face drained of all color until he was as white as the January snows of Mirthaven. He struggled to find his voice before whispering raspily, "W-Who are you people?"Papa walked toward them with slow, measured steps. Enrico retreated in sync with every step Papa took, as if compelled by some invisible pressure. He kept backing away until his back hit the side of the Maybach, his body going completely rigid.Papa stepped right up to him and stopped. He paid no attention to Ettore, focusing only on Enrico with a look that was eerily calm. "Mr. Bianco."Enrico swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing once."You've been illegally extracting rare earth minerals at your mine, and after the collapse last year that killed seven of yo
You Sure You Wanna Bully a Mafia Principessa? Chapter 6
Papa insisted I head to school like any other morning the following day. "You should go ahead—and leave the rest to us, Vittoria."I nodded in assent, put on a long-sleeved uniform to hide the injuries on my arm, and left the house. I had just reached school when I spotted that flashy pink Bentley.Viola lounged in the back seat, touching up her lipstick using the rearview mirror, while her usual group of lackeys stood around her car, chattering endlessly. Upon seeing me approaching, Viola opened the car door and stepped out with a smirk playing on her lips. She then raised her voice so that everyone around could hear her, saying, "Oh my! Isn't this the slut who admitted to seducing Ettore? I can't believe you had the nerve to show up at school today!"Those around us started whispering among themselves, their stares clinging to me like a swarm of flies.I would have normally lowered my head and hurried away, pretending I heard nothing. I wasn't going to do that this time, though
You Sure You Wanna Bully a Mafia Principessa? Chapter 5
There was a long pause before Papa crouched down. He wiped the bloodstain from my face with his calloused thumb, his voice low and heavy with rage as he asked, "Who laid a hand on you, Vittoria?"I averted my gaze, unable to face the fury in Papa's eyes. I then muttered, "I-I just tripped and fell.""You tripped and fell?" Vincenzo Molino, my fifth father, snatched my ruined textbook out of the mud. He then pointed to the dirty shoe prints on the cover, his voice trembling with fury while barking, "How is this considered a fall? They were fucking stomping on you!"Lorenzo Gallo, my third father, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, looking at me with razor-sharp intensity. "You can just tell us the truth, Vittoria. I'll tear this city down and make sure none of them survive if you give me the word."I kept my lips tightly sealed, not daring to utter a word. I couldn't bring myself to say it since Ettore had too much money and influence; I couldn't possibly risk my fathers' safety for
You Sure You Wanna Bully a Mafia Principessa? Chapter 4
I held my breath and used every ounce of strength I had left to roll over and crawl toward the door. It wasn't shut all the way, so when I looked through the gap, I saw two figures in the hallway—one was Viola, and the other was actually Ettore.Ettore was standing there looking completely normal in a crisp white T-shirt, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was very much alive. He wasn't dead.Ettore's voice drifted in, sounding a bit anxious. "You handled her pretty roughly, don't you think? You don't think she's actually going to die or something, right?"Viola let out a scornful laugh. "What's the worst that could happen? That bitch is tougher than she looks, Ettore. I wasn't trying to kill her—I was just teaching her a lesson.""What about that photo, then?"Viola replied nonchalantly, "I had someone take care of the photos. I just had someone leave an outfit on a cliffside and snap a picture—done. "Your father has connections at the police station, so just get them to re
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