The Mafia Princess’s Revenge Chapter 03
I didn’t move.
Nicola stopped and looked back at me.
“One more thing.”
“Tonight, Giulio will formally announce Marta as one of the Greco family’s heirs in front of everyone.”
My fingers curled slightly.
On my tenth birthday, Giulio had lifted me up in front of the entire gathering and said:
“Elisa will always be the Greco family’s little princess.”
He’d even established a family trust in my name—told everyone that as long as he drew breath, no one could touch what was mine.
Then Marta appeared.
My name disappeared first from the Greco estate’s guest list.
Then from the family trust.
And finally, even the room I’d lived in for over a decade became Marta’s.
Before, if anyone had dared touch my things, I would have stormed over and demanded answers.
But now… I only glanced at the clock on the wall.
12:01.
Past the agreed time.
Mama’s people…
Would they still be waiting?
“I’m not going,” I said softly.
Nicola’s brow darkened. “That’s not your decision to make.”
He grabbed my wrist. My body went rigid in an instant. “Let go of me!”
Nicola ignored me and dragged me downstairs.
A black SUV was parked outside.
The moment I was shoved into the back seat, I immediately reached for the door on the other side.
Locked.
“Don’t waste your energy.”
Nicola settled in beside me.
The door slammed shut.
I watched the complex grow smaller and smaller through the window.
My chest felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible fist, tighter and tighter.
I’d been so close to Mama.
Two minutes. That’s all I’d needed.
Nicola seemed completely oblivious to my expression. The entire drive, he lectured me on how to behave tonight.
“Don’t say anything out of line when we arrive.”
“Marta is willing to let you come back. You should be grateful.”
“She’s not holding the past against you, so don’t keep dwelling on how we punished you either. It was for your own good.”
I stared out the window.
Nicola’s voice gradually hardened.
“Elisa.”
“Did you hear me? You really have no manners at all.”
I finally turned to look at him. “I will not apologize to her.”
Nicola’s face went ice-cold. “Elisa, what right do you have to hate her? She has everything because she deserves it. And the reason you’ve ended up like this is because you brought it on yourself.”
I stayed silent. Nothing I said could ever outweigh a single tear from Marta.
Then suddenly—I spotted a name on a road sign ahead.
Puerto Oeste—West Port.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
The man had said Mama’s people would be waiting there.
Maybe—they hadn’t left yet.
Nicola, seeing I still refused to speak, finally lost his patience. “You’re always going on about wanting to leave, aren’t you? Then go.”
“Even if you jump out of this car right now, don’t expect anyone to delay Marta’s birthday for your sake.”
A few seconds passed. I nodded slowly. “Alright.”
Click.
Nicola’s head snapped toward me.
“What are you doing?”
I didn’t answer.
I pulled the door open. Cold wind blasted in.
“Stop the car!” Nicola roared.
The vehicle hadn’t fully stopped when I jumped.
The instant my feet hit the ground, my legs buckled. I crashed hard onto the highway.
Puerto Oeste was straight ahead.
Mama’s people were there.
I’d already missed her for twenty-one years.
This time—no one was going to stop me.