All Chapters of He Didn't Know I Was the Mafia Princess: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

The phone rang for a long time before it was picked up."I'm busy. Don't bother me unless it's important," Santino's impatient voice came through the receiver.I froze for a second, staring at my phone.Was this the "elegant gentleman" the Don had talked about?I swallowed my temper."Santino, your assistant is acting like a rabid dog, kicking people out at the door. Is this the Moretti family's way of treating guests?""Even though we haven't officially met, as your fiancée, I think you'd better come out and explain..."Beep—beep—He hung up.If it weren't out of respect for my father, I would've shoved this phone right down his throat.What century are we in? Who still does arranged marriages?But before I came, my father threatened me with the family's honor, forcing me to show up.I originally planned to cancel the engagement to his face if it wasn't a good match.I didn't expect this bastard wouldn't even give me the chance to meet him.Seeing this, Bella laughed hysterically."Oh

"Be my guest."Santino reacted as if he had just heard the funniest threat of his life."Actually using an engagement as a threat? Look at your pathetic state. How could you ever be worthy of the Moretti family's heir?" Bella chimed in with her mockery."Get the hell out! Don't let the Falcone heiress see you and think the Morettis associate with beggars!""Fine. I hope you guys don't regret this."I shrugged and turned to leave.Old man Moretti had wasted a lot of breath to arrange this marriage alliance. If he saw Santino acting like an idiot, he’d probably be mad enough to put a bullet in him himself."Wait!"Bella suddenly rushed over, blocking my path.I frowned. "What? Don't want me to leave now?"Bella smiled sinisterly."Of course you have to leave.""But you hit me just now, and you broke the young master's favorite antique. How are you going to pay for that?"Santino's face shifted.He stared at the shards on the floor; it was a decorative vase that Bella had knocked over whe

Santino’s cursing came to an abrupt halt.It was a brutal kick.I even heard the sickening crack of breaking ribs.Bella let out a piercing scream. My father shot her a single glance, and she choked on her own breath, her face turning beet red.She was terrified that the next kick would land on her.Santino curled into a fetal position. His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make a sound, only letting out agonizing, raspy gasps.My father looked down at him from above, as if looking at a squashed roach.He slowly and methodically wiped the dust off the barrel of his gun with his handkerchief."Moretti?" My father let out a cold sneer, his tone dripping with disdain."Even if Old Moretti were kneeling right here, he wouldn't dare raise his voice at me."With that said, he turned around. The murderous, god-of-death aura from just a moment ago vanished instantly.He gently wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth with his calloused thumb, his eyes full of heartbreak. His voice was so

The first briefcase was stuffed with thick stacks of hundred-dollar bills, roughly two million.The second held several property deeds, all for prime real estate in the heart of Manhattan.The third was lined with black velvet, cradling a priceless set of sapphire jewelry."Old man Moretti is trying to buy his son's life."My father scoffed coldly, not even glancing at the items."Also, Moretti himself is downstairs. He wants to see his... worthless son."For the past few days, Santino and Bella had been locked up in the Falcone family's underground warehouse.The two of them had been tortured thoroughly down there.As I followed my father down to the basement, a heavy stench of blood and mildew hit me in the face.Santino was curled up inside an iron cage, his once-expensive suit now reduced to bloody rags.All ten of his fingernails had been ripped out. He was trembling all over, muttering something under his breath with unfocused eyes.As for Bella, she was strung up from a beam. He