Principessa Strikes Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 9

“Fiona, stop making things up,” I said, forcing down my anger.Only then did I finally understand that this whole livestream spectacle had been staged for this very purpose.“We’re practically family. There’s no need to be so formal between us,” Fiona said, blinking her sly eyes.“After all, we know each other well. With your son marrying my niece, both sides can rest easy.”As she spoke, she reached out, trying to pull the two children’s hands together.I slapped her filthy hand away and glared at her.“Rest easy? You might trust Leo with her, but I don’t trust your niece at all!”Fiona smiled greedily.“Oh, come on. How can you say that?“Leo and my niece get along just fine. He probably likes her too.“Isn’t that right, Leo?” she asked, casting a sideways glance at my son.Leo looked confused. He clutched the hem of my clothes and looked up at me.“As a nanny, my son’s marriage is none of your business!” I gently stroked Leo’s head to calm him, then turned back to Fiona,

For a moment, I thought my hearing had failed.In front of a field full of parents, teachers, and elementary school students, Fiona was actually shouting about becoming my son’s stepmother?I finally snapped.I didn’t care about the livestream anymore and swung my hand out before I could stop myself.“Smack!”The sharp sound cut through the whistle on the field.Fiona staggered back from the slap, her thick high heels sinking into the grass.Yet she was smiling.She pressed her tongue against her swollen cheek, eyes gleaming.“Ms. Francesca, you’re nothing. Whether I become his stepmother or not is up to your husband.”The parents immediately erupted.“I’ve disliked her for a long time. Dressing always like she’s on a runway, whoever marries her is doomed!”“Just a washed-up poor woman pretending to be rich.”I laughed coldly, sweeping my gaze across their fence-sitting faces.“I, Francesca Decca, have never spent a single cent of a man’s money. But as for all of you…“I

All eyes snapped toward me, then, in unison, toward Fiona.Fiona was the first to react.Covering her face, she rushed toward Anthony, crying.“Honey! Honey, you’re finally here!”She threw herself into Anthony’s arms, sobbing dramatically.“She bullied me! She cursed at me and even hit me! Sobs…” Fiona pointed at me, her eyes blinking smugly.In the livestream, the comments instantly exploded.[CEO saves the day!][Watch the gold-digger get slapped in the face!]Nearby parents began whispering among themselves.“See? The real one showed up to back her.”“This woman really brought it on herself.”“Young people these days will do anything for money.”Anthony’s gaze lifted over Fiona’s head, cutting through the noisy crowd to land squarely on me.I raised my brow, clearly catching the flicker of panic in his eyes.Fiona was still wriggling in his arms, like a dog reunited with its owner.Finally, Anthony moved.He lifted his hand.Fiona closed her eyes, her face full of

Just as Fiona was facing the camera, about to fantasize aloud about how she’d arrange her future dozens of Hermès bags…Three figures boarded the yacht silently.Caught completely off guard, Fiona jumped in fright, and her phone nearly flew out of her hand.The man in front wore a perfectly tailored black suit. His hair was immaculate, and he had a stoic expression.It was Alessandro, the family consigliere, sent by my father.Two equally cold-faced men followed behind him.Alessandro walked straight up to me and bowed respectfully.“Principessa.”A flicker of unease and confusion crossed Anthony and Fiona’s faces.The livestream comments erupted with speculation.[Principessa?][Is Francesca…?]One of the parents seemed to recall something. “Could she be from a mafia family?!”I nodded slightly at Alessandro. “You may begin.”With that, sound played from Alessandro’s phone.“…I stayed with him all night. He was completely taken with me.”“We often got together while yo