Semua Bab The Mafia Princess is Back: Bab 1 - Bab 10

"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

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

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

"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

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