The Mafia Princess They Threw Away Chapter 02
I stopped and turned around.
Sofia folded her arms.
“Tomorrow, you’re going to the Morettis and ending the engagement.”
“Luca’s completely done with you after what you did. He doesn’t want you anymore.”
Only then did Luca finally look at me.
“I used to think you and Sofia just didn’t get along. Sisters fight. Fine.”
His expression turned colder.
“But I never thought you’d sink this low. Burning her with a cigarette, playing your little games… Someone like you has no business becoming my wife.”
I blinked at him.
Even though I could barely remember anything anymore, hearing those words made my chest ache for no reason.
Tears spilled from my eyes.
I must have loved Luca very much before I started forgetting.
But now, whenever I tried to think about him, all I could remember was the way he looked at me with disgust.
I wiped my tears away and nodded.
“Okay.”
Then I pulled out my notebook and wrote:
- End the engagement with Luca Moretti tomorrow.
I closed it and was about to ask one of the drivers to take me to the nearest bus stop when Mom stopped me.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Sofia’s going shopping this afternoon. She needs the car and driver.”
“If you want to go somewhere, figure it out yourself.”
I wanted to ask why.
Why she couldn’t show even a little kindness to her own daughter.
But when I turned around, I saw the four of them together.
Sofia nestled between Mom and Dad.
Luca stood beside her.
They looked like a family.
The words died in my throat.
I quietly took an umbrella and walked out into the heat.
Behind me, I heard Mom mutter,
“Maybe it’ll teach her a lesson.”
Then Luca’s low voice.
“She deserves it.”
The Bellini estate was far from public transportation. It took me nearly half an hour just to reach the nearest bus stop.
By then, sweat had soaked through the back of my shirt, and my head was spinning from the heat.
After another hour on the bus, I changed into my uniform and started my shift at the restaurant.
It was summer, and the place was packed.
I barely stopped moving all afternoon.
By three or four, the crowd finally started to thin.
My stomach was cramping with hunger, and I had just picked up a piece of bread when I heard Sofia’s voice.
“Taking a break already?”
I looked up.
She had arrived with a group of friends.
Luca was with them.
Sofia smiled.
“We’d like your table.”
The manager hurried over.
“Of course, Miss Bellini. I can have someone—”
“No.”
She pointed at me.
“I want her.”
The manager glanced at me, then immediately backed down.
“Of course.”
I put the bread aside.
They ordered enough food to cover the entire table.
And Sofia sent almost every dish back.
“This is cold.”
“This is too salty.”
“I don’t like the sauce.”
“The steak is overcooked.”
Each time, she took one bite and pushed the plate toward me.
“Take it back.”
Again.
And again.
And again.
The kitchen grew more irritated every time I walked through the doors.
The manager didn’t dare say a word to Sofia.
So he took it out on me instead.
“What are you standing around for? Move.”
“Hurry up.”
“Don’t make them wait.”
I hadn’t eaten all day.
By evening, my stomach hurt so badly I could barely stand straight.
One of the other servers tried to take a plate from me.
Sofia immediately looked over.
“I said I wanted her serving us.”
The server stopped.
I picked up the next tray myself.
When I approached the table, Sofia shifted in her chair.
Her foot slid into my path.
I tripped.
The tray flew out of my hands.
I hit the floor hard.
A bowl shattered beside me, and scalding soup splashed across my arm.
I gasped.
Pain burned through my skin.
Then I heard laughter.
The entire table was laughing.
I lay there for a second before looking up at Luca.
He was watching me.
Our eyes met.
For one stupid moment, I thought he might say something.
He didn’t.
He simply looked back down at his plate and continued cutting his steak.
I pushed myself off the floor.
By the time my shift finally ended, my legs ached so badly I could barely walk.
My stomach had stopped growling hours ago.
At least I still had the money from today’s shift.
It wasn’t much.
But once I started college, it would buy me a few days’ worth of food.
I took the last bus home.
The moment I stepped through the front door—
Slap!
Mom’s hand struck my face so hard that I fell to the floor.