All Chapters of My Ungrateful Sister Tried To Steal My Mafia Empire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

“After a full review by the council,” the Head Elder’s voice boomed through the chamber, “Anna Blackthorne, with no material evidence, has fabricated false accusations for personal gain, and has conspired with the Falcone family in an attempt to seize this family’s core territories.”“Her actions constitute conspiracy with an enemy and betrayal of blood. This is a malicious slander against Godmother Amelia, and a flagrant violation of the highest, most unforgivable taboo of this life!”“Based on this incontrovertible evidence, the council renders its final judgment—”“Anna’s petition is hereby denied! Furthermore, the council issues a formal decree permanently stripping her of the Blackthorne family name! From this day forward, she is no longer a child of this family. Her life and death, her honor and disgrace, are her own concern!”Hearing the verdict, Leo pumped a fist under the table. Rosa let out a quiet, satisfied sigh.We had won. A complete and total victory.But sitting in the

Three days later, the tide turned.Someone—I never found out who—leaked the audio of my final statement, along with photos of me revealing the scars on my chest.When contrasted with the self-pitying bullshit Anna had been posting online, the public finally understood.They realized they had been played.The “cold-blooded tyrant” was actually a sister who had silently shouldered every wound, bleeding in gunfights to support her own.And the “exiled princess” was the real venomous snake, willing to sell out her own blood for money and power.The public’s fury turned on a dime, dragging Anna’s name through the mud.Hackers dug up every piece of dirt on her, including the staged kidnapping.Screams of “Century’s Greatest Backstabber” and “Get Out of New York” flooded the internet.In stark contrast, my own reputation, and that of the Blackthorne family, soared.In the underworld, where honor and loyalty are everything, my story—of a leader who ate six years of dirt to protect her own—earn

A week passed. The storm in New York’s underworld finally subsided.Under my relentless pressure, the Falcone family was crippled. They were forced to cede nearly a third of their territory just to breathe.The once-arrogant Victor, having brought disaster upon his family, was stripped of his inheritance and sent to South America to lay low.My revenge was complete.Late one night, I was in my office, reviewing financial reports.My personal phone lit up. A text from an unknown number.“Sister, I’ve left New York. I’m going to Detroit. I’m going to start from the bottom, learn how to earn my own money, how to survive. I will work myself to the bone to pay back my debt. Maybe I’ll die in the streets because I’m not strong enough, but I’m ready to accept my fate. Goodbye. Take care.”I stared at the words, a flash of lightning illuminating my impassive face.I didn’t reply. I turned off the screen, but I didn’t block the number.A month later, with the Blackthorne family’s power consolid

A year passed. For the Blackthorne family, it was a year of absolute domination.I never heard from Anna. I never tried to find out if she was alive.I left it to fate.Then, one late autumn afternoon, an anonymous message: “Mission complete. Requesting a meeting.”My heart hammered against my ribs. This time, I replied immediately, setting the meeting at the Blackthorne estate.At dusk, the main gates swung open.I looked up and saw Anna.She was much thinner. The soft curves were gone, replaced by the taut muscle of a predator.What shocked me most was the new scar that ran from the corner of her left eye down to her jaw.It had destroyed the beauty she was once so proud of, but her eyes were brighter than ever, and the smile on her face was natural, at ease.She didn’t rush over to cry. She stood before my desk, straight and tall, like a soldier reporting for duty.“I went to South America. Took down three major drug lords’ operations. Pulled a few dirty jobs,” she said, her voice c