All Chapters of You Sure You Wanna Bully a Mafia Principessa?: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

"You can dream on!"It wasn't long before then that someone slapped me hard across the face.Viola Mariani's boyfriend, Ettore Bianco, raised his hand and slapped me, his eyes brimming with sinister rage. "You filthy trash! How dare you lay a hand on my girlfriend! "You'd better call your parents and tell them to get here and pay for what you've done; otherwise, I'll have my father see to it that you're driven out of Mirthaven for good!"I fell straight to the floor from the force of the slap, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth.Marianna Pagani, the teacher, stood right there and saw it all, yet she ignored it completely. She hurried over to Ettore, bowing slightly with a fawning expression. "You don't have to get your father involved over such a trivial matter, Ettore. "You can rest assured that the school will deal with this severely; Vittoria won't be escaping the consequences."Having said that, Ms. Pagani turned to me and yelled, "Get your parents on the phone t

I couldn't believe that Ettore, the one who had slapped me outside the infirmary just yesterday and threatened to have his father kick my family out of Mirthaven, was dead. I instinctively backed away, my back hitting the cold, rough brick wall. "I had nothing to do with this. I never even made a move on him…""Who else would it be if not you?" Viola shrieked. She seized me by the hair and shoved me hard into the brickwork, causing my vision to swim. "You ought to know that the police had gone through his phone—and you were the last person to message him!" She shoved the phone right in front of my eyes, forcing me to look at the screen.I noticed the message right away, which was sent from my phone three days ago at 2:00 am. "I'm really into you, Ettore, so much so that I think about you every day. I'd like to meet up with you in the woods behind the school tomorrow; I have something I need to tell you." I never sent that message. I shook my head desperately. "I didn't send this.

There was a long pause before Papa crouched down. He wiped the bloodstain from my face with his calloused thumb, his voice low and heavy with rage as he asked, "Who laid a hand on you, Vittoria?"I averted my gaze, unable to face the fury in Papa's eyes. I then muttered, "I-I just tripped and fell.""You tripped and fell?" Vincenzo Molino, my fifth father, snatched my ruined textbook out of the mud. He then pointed to the dirty shoe prints on the cover, his voice trembling with fury while barking, "How is this considered a fall? They were fucking stomping on you!"Lorenzo Gallo, my third father, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, looking at me with razor-sharp intensity. "You can just tell us the truth, Vittoria. I'll tear this city down and make sure none of them survive if you give me the word."I kept my lips tightly sealed, not daring to utter a word. I couldn't bring myself to say it since Ettore had too much money and influence; I couldn't possibly risk my fathers' safety for

In that instant, a deathly silence settled over the school gates.Ettore's hand, the one he had used to manhandle me, just hung there, paralyzed. His fury evaporated in a heartbeat, replaced by nothing but sheer panic and bewilderment.Enrico stood there, his face drained of all color until he was as white as the January snows of Mirthaven. He struggled to find his voice before whispering raspily, "W-Who are you people?"Papa walked toward them with slow, measured steps. Enrico retreated in sync with every step Papa took, as if compelled by some invisible pressure. He kept backing away until his back hit the side of the Maybach, his body going completely rigid.Papa stepped right up to him and stopped. He paid no attention to Ettore, focusing only on Enrico with a look that was eerily calm. "Mr. Bianco."Enrico swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing once."You've been illegally extracting rare earth minerals at your mine, and after the collapse last year that killed seven of yo

Three days had passed when I arrived at the school gates in a jet-black Lincoln limousine, noticing that aside from the wind, the surroundings were completely still. Those students and teachers merely stared at me with a combination of awe, terror, and a strange kind of jealousy. Cesare Sartori—my principal—hurried over, his beer belly bouncing as he jogged. He personally opened the car door for me and said with a fawning smile, "There were some oversights in our school's administration earlier, causing you some distress, Ms. Corleone." I was wearing a brand-new Hermes backpack and a bespoke Chanel outfit. I merely nodded politely at him, saying, "I would just like to study for my SATs in peace, Mr. Sartori."I walked directly into the school building after saying that, leaving behind Mr. Sartori, who was maintaining a respectful posture.I found a brand-new desk waiting for me, polished and pristine. I also noticed that my classmates, who had previously treated me like I was inv