All Chapters of Seven Days Before the Mafia Princess Died: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

Chapter 1

As soon as I paid the remaining balance on my burial plot, a photo from Isabella appeared on my phone.She stood at the burial plot beneath the old oak tree, the one I had wanted, cradling her dog’s silver urn against her chest.My parents flanked her like bodyguards. Behind them, my brother was speaking to a sculptor beside three slabs of imported Italian marble.Isabella followed the photo with a voice message.“Adriana, Caesar is already dead. Please don’t make me fight you for the place where I bury him too.”Her voice trembled beautifully.Anyone else might have believed she was the one being bullied.I deleted the message and blocked her.Then I left Saint Michael’s Cemetery and returned to the hospital.Dr. Bennett was waiting in his office with my latest scans pulled up on the screen. “How long do I have?”Dr. Bennett removed his glasses.“A week at most. Possibly less.”I nodded as if he had told me the weather.Dr. Bennett slid a folder across the desk.“Where is your family

Chapter 2

The next morning, I returned to the Moretti estate for my passport and birth certificate.My attorney needed them to finalize my will, health-care proxy, and final-disposition directive.The new guard at the gate did not recognize me.He checked my name twice, then rested one hand near the gun beneath his jacket.“You’re not on the approved list, ma’am.”I stared through the iron gates at the house where I had spent the past ten years.Before I could answer, Mr. Romano, the Morettis’ longtime house manager, hurried down the drive.His expression tightened when he saw me.“Miss Adriana. I apologize. Security was replaced last month, and the access list was recently updated.”Recently updated.Apparently, leaving this family required no formal goodbye.They only had to remove my name from a list.Mr. Romano ordered the gate opened and escorted me inside.White roses filled the foyer. Photographs of Caesar covered the walls, documenting the dog’s life from puppyhood to his final days.My

Chapter 3

Three days after Father withdrew the payment for my treatment, he froze my access to the Moretti family medical account.I discovered it at the hospital pharmacy. The card was declined twice.After paying for my burial and cremation, my personal account held enough money for only four days of pain medication.The pharmacist studied the prescription.“Do you want me to hold the rest for you?”I shook my head.“Four days is enough.”I would not need it after that.A television mounted above the waiting area was showing an interview with my father.The caption identified him as Matteo Moretti, real-estate magnate and chairman of the Moretti Foundation.Standing before a wall of cameras, Father announced a three-million-dollar donation to build the Caesar Moretti Memorial Garden at Manhattan’s largest animal hospital.“Animals are family,” he told the reporters. “Their love deserves to be remembered with dignity.”A nurse beside me sighed.“Mr. Moretti must have a good heart.”Then she not

Chapter 4

On the morning of Caesar’s funeral, Isabella posted an Instagram Reel.The burial plot beneath the old oak tree was surrounded by white roses and sunflowers.Father carried the silver urn. Mother’s eyes were red from crying, while Luca held an umbrella over Isabella.Nonna’s Saint Benedict medal—the one meant to protect me—had been tied around the center of Caesar’s urn.The headstone bore a single inscription.FOREVER A MEMBER OF OUR FAMILY.The comments praised the Morettis for honoring even the smallest member of their family.I watched for a few seconds, then turned off my phone.My pain medication was gone. The agony in my stomach had not stopped since the night before. I changed into the simple ivory dress I had chosen for my cremation and left my will and final-disposition directive on the dining table.Today, I needed to approve my headstone.Black Moretti cars filled the entrance to Saint Michael’s Cemetery.An employee told me the path near the old oak tree was closed for Ca

Chapter 5

Death did not make me disappear.My soul remained above the hospital bed as the doctor pulled a white sheet over my body.A nurse found my identification in my bag and called my family again and again.Mother’s phone had been silenced for Caesar’s funeral.Father rejected two calls before blocking the hospital number.Luca replied with a single message.We’ll deal with this after the funeral.With no family member willing to come, the hospital prepared to move my body to the morgue.Across Saint Michael’s Cemetery, Caesar’s burial was almost over.Isabella knelt before his headstone, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe.Mother held her close.“Don’t cry, sweetheart. If Caesar could see you, it would break his heart.”Luca removed Nonna’s Saint Benedict medal from the urn and placed it inside the grave.“This belonged to our family,” he said. “Now it will protect Caesar for all of us.”As the first handful of earth fell onto the urn, Luca’s phone rang again.This time, he answered

Chapter 6

Mother remained beside the morgue drawer, calling my name again and again.“Adriana, Mama is here.”She brushed the hair away from my face.“Open your eyes and look at me, sweetheart.”Her fingers began to shake when they touched the dried blood at the corner of my mouth.But the dead could not answer.No matter how many times she called me, I would never open my eyes again.Father stood nearby, turning through my medical records one page at a time.The earliest examination was dated six months ago.On the day I was diagnosed, I had messaged all three of them.Mother had told me to stop trying to make her feel guilty.Luca had called it another boring attempt to get attention.Father had never even opened the message.Dr. Bennett pointed to the payment history.“Adriana agreed to treatment after her diagnosis. But when the family account withdrew authorization and requested a refund, she could no longer afford the medication.”“We urged her to contact her family.”He looked at them col

Chapter 7

After leaving the hospital, my family went to my condo.The silence inside frightened them.Seven empty prescription bottles stood on the table. Several crushed painkillers remained scattered across the floor.Luca crouched and recognized the pills he had knocked from my hand.Father opened the refrigerator.There was no food inside. Only half a bottle of water.He had accused me of wasting money on medical care.He never knew that during my final days, I could barely afford medication for the pain.Mother stopped beside the two cardboard boxes near the wall.They contained everything the staff had removed from my bedroom.My clothes were still damp from the rain. My certificates and awards had dried together in a ruined stack.The faded stuffed rabbit lay on top, its fur stained with mud.Mother picked it up and held it against her chest.She remembered how tightly I had clung to it when I first came home. Back then, she had promised to replace it with something better.She had kept t

Chapter 8

There was no formal funeral.Only Mrs. Evans, the director of the children’s home that had raised me, was allowed to attend my burial.She was in her seventies now. Leaning heavily on her cane, she walked the long northern path to my grave.Then she placed a bouquet of daisies beneath my name.“Adriana,I came to see you.”Her voice trembled.“I’m sorry I couldn’t keep you with me.”Mother stood in the distance, crying so hard she could barely remain upright.Only then did she learn that I had secretly donated to the children’s home every year.I had sold the jewelry and designer gifts from the Morettis to pay school tuition for children who had no parents.I had never wanted the Moretti fortune or Isabella’s place.All I wanted was a mother and father.A home that truly belonged to me.After my burial, Father canceled the Caesar Memorial Garden.The remaining funds were donated to a program that paid for treatment and medication for low-income gastric cancer patients.The newspapers pr

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