Principessa Strikes Back
On the streets of Milan, our nanny, Fiona, livestreamed my son’s limited-edition sneakers.
A few days later, she shockingly transformed into my son’s stepmother.
I overheard Anthony telling Fiona, “Once Francesca signs the divorce papers, all her assets will be ours.”
Anthony was the man I had loved for ten years and had defied my family to marry.
I took a step back, pretending to break down in tears, trembling as I told him I would give him anything as long as he didn’t go through with the divorce.
What they didn’t know was that I had just dialed the number I hadn’t called in ten years.
In a low voice, I said, “Father, the game is over. Your heiress, the principessa, is coming home.”