Semua Bab His Substitute Turned Into the Mafia Queen: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Adrianna’s POVI heard my secret mafia boyfriend, Marco Ross, call me a disposable substitute on our anniversary—as he proposed to another woman, Bianca, the so-called Conti heiress. That same day, he ignored my calls for help while masked men broke in and shot me, taking our unborn child with them. What no one knew? I was the real Conti heiress, and Bianca he chose was just a fraud. So I made one call—I’m going home to take everything back. As for Marco and Bianca… they can both go to hell.My voice still trembled. “Papa, I’ll come home and take the Conti name like I should—but I want that fraud, Bianca, gone.”I expected my biological father, Enzo Conti, the Don of the one and only Conti family, to refuse. After all, Bianca had been his daughter for nearly twenty-five years. It was only six months ago that he learned the truth—learned she wasn’t his, and found me instead, his real daughter.But his voice came through, soft and steady. “I would’ve gotten rid of her even if you hadn’t

Adrianna’s POVThe birthday party was in three days now. Everything in the house was either packed or thrown away. I wasn’t worried about Marco finding out—he barely came home anymore.I still had a few things left at the casino. I didn’t want to go back, but I went anyway.The moment I walked in, something felt off. Staff were gathered in small groups, whispering.I stepped closer. A girl I knew waved me over. “Adrianna! You’re finally back. Where have you been?”“What’s going on?”“The boss is back.”Marco.She nudged me. “Go to your office before he sees you slacking.”To everyone here, I was just his assistant. Nothing more.I shook my head. “I’m not worried about that. Actually… I won’t be working here anymore.”Her eyes widened. “Then where are you going? The boss treats you pretty well. You’ve been with him longer than anyone.”I smiled faintly. “I’m going home.”“I thought you were—” She stopped herself.Everyone knew my past. Marco made sure of that. The orphan he took in. The

Adrianna’s POVBianca looked up at me, almost hesitant. “I wouldn’t lay a hand on her… I’m not that kind of girl.”She leaned into Marco, her voice soft. “Why don’t you decide for me? What kind of punishment would make this fair?”She was clever. She would get what she wanted—my humiliation—without ever dirtying her own hands. And she made Marco the one to do it. That was where it hurt the most.Marco was silent for a long moment. Then, with a small gesture to the guard—“Slap her.”Before I could react, the guard’s hand struck across my face.My head snapped to the side. My cheek burned instantly.I slowly turned back.Bianca leaned against Marco’s shoulder, peeking at me with a faint smile. “Ouch,” she murmured softly. “That must hurt.”“She deserved it,” Marco said coldly. “If she didn’t want this, she shouldn’t have pushed you and refused to apologize.”He slid the ring onto Bianca’s finger with careful gentleness. Then he looked up, “Adrianna, go home and reflect on what you’ve do

Adrianna’s POVEveryone went still, even Marco.Heads lowered instantly. “Don Conti.”Marco still had a hold on me, pulling me slightly behind him.Bianca’s lips curved as she stepped forward. “Papa, it’s her—”“Don Conti,” Marco interrupted quickly, lowering his head. “I apologize. This girl upset Miss Conti, so I was just taking her away—”Father’s gaze fell on my bloodied hands—then his fist slammed straight into Marco’s face.Marco hit the floor instantly.Shock rippled through the room. Bianca stood frozen, her mouth slightly open, no words coming out.Marco stayed on the floor, frozen, not daring to move for a full minute. It wasn’t until Bianca rushed to help him up that the whispers began.“Who made Don so angry?”“Who would even dare ask?”“Didn’t he say someone insulted his daughter?”“The only one who offended Bianca was…”Eyes turned to me. Pity filled their gazes—like I was already finished.“Poor girl. Probably her first time at a party like this… and her last.”“Isn’t sh

Adrianna’s POVBianca collapsed to the floor, crying out in pain. But she didn’t beg.She knew. The moment Papa handed me the gun… she had already lost him. He was ready to let her go.And I—I had been merciful. Because I didn’t aim for her heart.Even so, the way she looked at me—I knew she wanted me dead. Maybe she was regretting that she hadn’t let those masked men finish the job.“Bianca,” Papa said coldly, “you will leave my manor this instant. My daughter was generous enough to spare you—but I’m not. Disappear from my sight. If I ever catch you lurking around again, I won’t be this merciful. I’ll deal with you myself.”His gaze swept across the room, voice turning harder. “From today on, anyone who helps her—friend or family—will no longer stand with me.”Then he turned to me, his tone softening. “Anna… my precious daughter. You’ve suffered enough.”Bianca was still on the floor, unable to stand.No one moved to help her, not even Marco. If anything, he took a step back—creating