All Chapters of The Mafia Princess is Back: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

I was a mafia princess in hiding. I gave my husband everything. Then, right after his company went public, he cheated on me at the party I threw for him.With his childhood sweetheart, Isabella.“Elena, you can’t even iron an Hermès scarf? Look at these wrinkles. It’s a cheap rag.”I stopped. The steam from the iron—or maybe my own rage—blurred my vision.Marco’s mother, Amelia, threw the expensive scarf back at me, her face full of contempt.“Maria, you iron this.”I ignored Amelia's glare and tossed the scarf to the maid.Tonight was the celebration for my husband Marco’s company going public. It was also our tenth wedding anniversary.Ten years ago, I was the youngest heir to the Moretti family. Destined to be the next Godmother.After my father, Antonio Moretti, died in a shootout, all five families were watching. They all wanted to see how a twenty-two-year-old girl would take over the empire.I disappointed them.Before he died, my father held my hand. He didn’t ask for revenge.

Chapter 2

"Elena, you're misunderstanding," Marco said, reaching for my hand. "This is all for our future."I stepped back, pulling away from his touch."Our future?" I motioned to Isabella, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. "Does our future have a guest star?""Don't be ridiculous." His patience was wearing thin. "Isabella is helping. She knows the wives of three potential investors here tonight."Isabella walked toward me, the bracelet flashing under the lights.She deliberately lifted her wrist, making the diamonds catch the light."Elena, you should understand Marco's position." Her voice was sickeningly sweet. "Business is war. He needs all the help he can get."Marco's mother nodded. "Isabella's right. Elena, you're always so emotional.""Emotional?" I scoffed. "Do you have any idea what I've put into this family?"Sofia rolled her eyes. "Here we go again. Every time you're upset, you bring up money.""Money?" My voice turned sharp. "Sofia, those Louboutins on your feet? That Hermès bag you

Chapter 3

My own bedroom stared back at me from the screen.And on my bed, a tangle of limbs. Marco and Isabella.She was wearing my silk nightgown, her moans echoing in my sanctuary."So, do you actually love her?" Isabella’s voice dripped with venom.Marco's voice was muffled against her neck, thick with lust, but the words came through crystal clear:"Love her? Please. I've been playing a role for ten years, and I'm sick of pretending. Without her trust fund and the Moretti name, I wouldn't waste my time touching her."Isabella giggled. "What if she finds out? The Moretti family... they're not just some old money, are they? Aren't they... Mafia?""What's to be afraid of?" Marco's voice was dripping with arrogance. "The Morettis are a ghost story. They're finished. She thinks I don't know who she is? I've known for a decade. She's just some stupid woman with a pile of cash. I can play her however I want."I fast-forwarded through the rest of the filth.A wave of nausea hit me.Disgusted that t

Chapter 4

I fixed my makeup and went downstairs, carrying a small clutch.The living room was packed. Thirty of New York’s biggest sharks, all circling in my living room.Marco was talking to Mr. Henderson. Isabella was by his side, smiling elegantly. My mother's bracelet was blinding under the lights."Elena!" Marco saw me and waved me over. "Come meet Mr. Henderson.""Mr. Henderson, a pleasure," I said, shaking his hand politely."Marco always says you're a brilliant artist," Henderson said with a smile.Just as the schmoozing hit its peak, Marco's assistant rushed over, panicked."Bad news! Mr. Johnson from Blackstone just called. He has an emergency board meeting. He can't make it tonight!"The color drained from Marco's face. Johnson was his most important guest."What? Didn't they confirm?" Marco's voice was sharp.Henderson frowned. "Johnson bailed last minute? That's not like him."I watched Marco start to unravel. I felt nothing.This was just the beginning.Just then, a crew of thugs i

Chapter 5

I got a text from Tony.[Boss, it's done. Marco Ricci's reputation in this town is shot.]The car pulled into the lavish estate in Brooklyn Heights.Ten years. I was finally home.Tony was waiting at the entrance, a dozen men in black suits standing behind him.As my car approached, they bowed in unison."Welcome home, Boss." Tony opened my door respectfully.I stepped out of the car and looked at the mansion I once hated.Now, it looked like a fortress."Tony, follow me." I walked straight to my father's old office.I sat behind his desk for the first time in a decade. Just as I settled into the leather chair, my phone rang. I put it on speaker."Elena! Where the hell are you?" he roared, his voice a mix of panic and fury. "What did you do? My party is ruined! My investors are gone! You did this!""I did," I said evenly."You come back here right now! Do you have any idea what you've done? Without those investments, the company is finished!" He was trying to sound intimidating, but

Chapter 6

The next morning at 8 AM, I sat in my office. Three different phones were laid out in front of me.Each had a purpose.One for my inside contacts. One for the media. And one to directly threaten Marco's partners."Tony, I'm starting," I said, checking my watch. "Record every call. I want to hear every moment of his downfall."9 AM. On the dot.I dialed the first number."Mr. Johnson, good morning." My voice was cold. "I suggest you check your email.""Who is this?" Johnson's voice was tense."Someone who knows all of your son David's secrets." I clicked 'send' on my computer as I spoke. "The casino footage is in your inbox now. I think after you see it, you'll reconsider your partnership with Marco Ricci."Johnson was silent for a few seconds. I knew he was looking at the email.Just as I expected, his panicked voice came through. "Is this... is this real?""Of course it is. David owes me two million dollars." My tone was casual, like I was discussing the weather. "Mr. Johnson, I can

Chapter 7

That afternoon, I arrived at Marco's apartment building.I wasn't visiting as his wife. I was here as Elena Moretti, the head of the family. My six bodyguards moved with me, an aura of quiet lethality hung around them. The crowd on the sidewalk simply melted away.Even the building's doorman stood up straighter, looking nervous."Boss, should we clear the way first?" the lead bodyguard asked."No," I said, adjusting my black trench coat. "I want them to see exactly who's in charge."In the elevator, I looked at my reflection.The naive girl from ten years ago was gone. In her place stood the heir to the Moretti family.The elevator doors opened. I walked straight to our apartment.I rang the doorbell.Sofia opened it. The moment she saw me, the color drained from her face. Her lips started to tremble."Elena... you..." she stammered, unable to meet my eyes.I ignored her and walked right into the living room. My bodyguards fanned out behind me, securing the space.Marco was on the s

Chapter 8

"You can't do this!" Marco shrieked, his voice echoing through the room. "We're married! Half of everything you have is MINE! That's the law!""Husband?" I took the divorce papers from Tony and slid them across the table. "Sign."Marco looked at the papers, his hands shaking so badly he could barely hold them. He ripped the agreement to shreds. "I will NEVER sign!"I looked at the scraps on the floor and smiled. "Marco, do you really think you have a choice?"I clapped my hands softly. Tony immediately produced another file."This is the list of debts you owe the Moretti Group. Fifty million dollars. It includes embezzled client funds, fraudulent business loans, and all the money you scammed from Ms. Moretti over the last ten years," Tony's voice was cold. "Under New York state law, you can choose to repay it immediately, or...""Or what?" Marco's voice trembled."Or we can settle this the Old Way." My smile turned colder.Marco knew what "the Old Way" meant. His face turned ashen."El

Chapter 9

Two hours later, Marco was on a flight to Mexico City.I didn't see him off at the airport. There was no need.I sat in my office at the estate, watching the entire thing on a live feed.Marco was practically carried onto the plane by two bodyguards, a picture of absolute despair. He didn't even have the strength to struggle."Boss, our associates in Mexico have him," Tony reported, walking in. "He's being 'looked after'.""Good. And his family?""They're packing." Tony pulled out a tablet showing the camera feed from the apartment. "They'll be evicted shortly."On the screen, Amelia and Sofia were frantically packing.All the luxury goods, the jewelry, the designer clothes—all being stuffed into suitcases."Where are they going?""Back to their old place in New Jersey," Tony said. "A 500-square-foot apartment. It's been empty for ten years. Probably doesn't even have hot water."I pictured them going from a Manhattan penthouse to a rundown flat. The thought pleased me."You should hav

Chapter 10

One month later.From the top floor of the Moretti Tower, the city of New York sprawled beneath me like a kingdom at my feet. My kingdom."Boss, Isabella is handled," Tony said as he walked in, a triumphant smile on his face."Tell me," I said, flipping through a financial report."She was dumped by all four men at the same time. And each one is demanding she pay back what they spent on her." Tony held out a list. "Totaling three and a half million dollars. She's broke. Can't even make rent.""And the best part," Tony continued, "is that after Thomas's parents saw the photos, they put out a statement in the papers. Called Isabella a dangerous woman and warned everyone to stay away. Now, in high society, her name is a disease.""What's she doing now?""Trying to get a work visa for Europe. Wants to flee New York," Tony said, his voice full of glee. "But no company will hire her. Her reputation is completely shot.""Let her run." I waved a dismissive hand. "She won't have a good life any

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