Chapter 6
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"Gentlemen... you've got the wrong person, right? She's just some trash I kicked out..."
"Shut your mouth!" Old One-Eye glared at him, scaring him into silence.
I wiped the blood off my face, braced myself against the ground, and stood up.
I looked at Marco and snapped my fingers.
Snap.
The big screen flickered. The "affair photos" vanished.
Instead, the screen filled with ledgers and videos. Marco's money laundering records, recordings of him selling out allies, footage of him assassinating the old Don... it was all there.
"W-what is this? Turn it off! Kill it!"
Marco screamed, lunging to block the screen, but it was too late.
An Enforcer stepped onto the stage and read the verdict:
"Marco Antonio. Betrayal of allies, violation of Omertà. Immediate excommunication and execution of the entire bloodline!"
Hearing "execution of the entire bloodline," Marco's men dropped to their knees in terror.
Marco's face turned as white as paper, his whole body shaking.
Just then, the Rolls-Royce door opened.
A man in a black trench coat stepped out.
He had amber eyes like mine.
My brother, the Don of the Corleone family—Vito.
The moment he appeared, every mobster present dropped to one knee.
Vito walked straight to me.
Looking at my bloodied face and broken nails, those hands that had taken countless lives were actually trembling.
"Vito..."
I couldn't hold it together anymore; tears fell.
"I'm here."
Vito wanted to touch my hand but stopped mid-air, afraid of hurting me.
He took off his coat and wrapped me up tight, then turned to face the room, his eyes murderous.
"This is my sister, the principessa of the Corleone family."
"Whoever touched her pays with their life."
Marco's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor.
"Corleone... principessa? You... you're a principessa?"
He muttered to himself, finally realizing the stupidity of what he had done.
He had offended a real principessa for a fraud from a hollow shell of a family.
"Elena! I love you!"
Marco crawled over like a mad dog, trying to grab my dress, but a bodyguard kicked him away.
He knelt on the ground, slamming his head against the floor, pointing a finger at the shell-shocked Sophia.
"It's all this woman! It's her! She seduced me!"
"Elena, you have to believe me! If she hadn't faked those photos, if she hadn't said you betrayed me, how could I ever hurt you? I was tricked!"
"I only have you in my heart! This bitch ruined us!"
Sophia was terrified.
She knew begging Marco was useless. Thump. She fell to her knees and shuffled toward the Dons.
She cried pitifully, putting on her best damsel-in-distress act.
"Your Excellencies... I'm innocent..."
"I'm just a weak woman, I didn't know anything..."
She clutched her stomach and wailed:
"Please, don't kill me... I'm pregnant! This is Marco's only heir!"
"You are big shots, surely you wouldn't kill a pregnant woman, right?"
The gunmen hesitated.
At that moment, the family doctor stepped forward and threw a report on the ground.
"Drop the act. You aren't pregnant."
"You paid me to fake that report. You can't even get pregnant."
Marco froze.
He looked at Sophia, his gaze shifting from begging to insanity.
He had abandoned a real principessa and offended the entire Mafia for this woman, only to find out the child was fake? Even the "noble bloodline" was a scam?
"You bitch! You dared to lie to me?!"
Marco roared and lunged at Sophia, strangling her with a death grip.
"Die! You made me lose everything! I'm going to kill you!"
Sophia's eyes rolled back as she scratched frantically, but against a crazed Marco, she couldn't break free.
