Vengeance of the Mafia Heiress의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 9

"Are you out of your mind?" Ryan snatched my phone and smashed it onto the floor, shattering the screen. "It was a joke, Isabella. Stop abusing emergency legal and medical resources just because you can't handle a little fun."By then, my lungs felt entirely sealed shut. Black spots swarmed my vision. I clutched my throat, curling into a miserable ball on the floor."I'm not... pretending... Ryan... my throat is closing... call an ambulance..."Something in my graying complexion finally made him hesitate. His eyes flickered with a sudden, uneasy doubt.But Jenna intercepted him instantly. She wrapped her arm through his, clinking her whiskey glass against the table with a lazy smirk."Isabella, stop ruining Ryan’s big night. He just made junior partner at Chicago’s most prestigious law firm. You just hate that the spotlight isn't on you for once, don't you? Does the tacky little rich girl think she can buy her way into being the center of attention? Just because your dad has cash from

Her eyes turned viciously calculated as she grabbed a steaming kettle of boiling water from the lounge's tea station. Lunging forward, she sneered, "Oh, you want a drink? Here, let me help you wash that down." With a sadistic smile, she aimed the scalding water directly at my face, trying to force it down my throat.Panic flared through my fading consciousness. I knew she was trying to disfigure me.Using the absolute last of my adrenaline, I reached out and desperately pushed the kettle away. The boiling water splashed everywhere, mostly over my own chest and arms, but Jenna used the momentum to trip backward, intentionally spilling a few drops on her own wrist. She let out a piercing, theatrical shriek."My hand! Isabella, how could you!"The sudden chaos instantly drew everyone's attention. Before Ryan and his friends could fully process what was happening, Jenna lunged back down, grabbing a sharp cocktail fork from the table. As she shoved me violently onto the floor, she aimed str

Under the care of my family's private, elite medical team, most of my internal injuries healed within two weeks. However, the physical reminders of that night remained.Sitting in front of the vanity in my private quarters, a nurse gently applied a soothing ointment over the thick, jagged scabs cutting across my cheek and the angry, red chemical burns stretching down my neck and arms. The chlorine and boiling water had left their mark, but the swelling had finally gone down.The heavy oak doors to my lounge opened, and the family butler walked in, his expression strained. "Miss Isabella," he murmured, bowing slightly. "The Caffarelli man has been brought up from the holding cells. He has been begging for an audience with you for days. Do you wish to see him?"The memory of that night rushed back in a white-hot wave of fury—Jenna replacing my emergency spray with mint spray,, forcing that nut-crusted cake down my throat, and maliciously slashing a cocktail fork across my face while Ryan

The afternoon sun beat down relentlessly on the luxury shopping district, the stifling heat making the air warp over the asphalt. Inside the private VIP salon of a high-end jewelry boutique, the air conditioning hummed softly, keeping the room perfectly chilled.I sat back gracefully on a velvet sofa, a glass of iced champagne in hand, leisurely browsing through a tray of rare, sparkling diamonds presented by the store manager. I was in a completely relaxed, vacation-like mood, utterly detached from the chaos of the outside world.Suddenly, a commotion muffled through the boutique's heavy glass entrance. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw a pathetic figure trying to push past my security guards.It was Ryan.The sweltering summer heat had done no favors to his already shattered state. His expensive suit was torn, rumpled, and heavily stained with sweat and street grime. He looked completely emaciated, his eyes bloodshot and wide with panic, and his entire frame trembled with

She hadn't gone after Ryan for revenge like I expected. Instead, she had pointed her absolute malice entirely at me.I violently spun the steering wheel, switching lanes to dodge her next ramming attempt, but Jenna stayed glued to my bumper. I quickly realized my standard luxury sedan stood no chance against her heavily reinforced, steel-grilled SUV.In a panic, I slammed the accelerator to the floor, barely creating a few inches of distance. But before I could breathe, my foot hit the floorboard again.The brake lines had been cut. The pedal went completely limp.Cold sweat poured down my forehead. Panic became an invisible hand squeezing my windpipe, making it impossible to catch my breath. My chest tightened, my pulse racing to a dangerous rhythm. The stress and lack of oxygen were triggering a severe asthmatic allergy panic attack.Biting my lip until it bled to stay conscious, I focused every ounce of my willpower, steering the car out of the dead-zone valley.The moment the car c