The Mafia Princess’s Revenge Chapter 08
After I finished speaking, the silence in the room was suffocating.
Marta’s expression flickered for just a moment—then she grabbed Giulio’s sleeve, eyes glistening.
“Papa Giulio, I really never meant to take anything from Elisa.”
“If she hates me this much, I can leave.”
Just as expected.
The second she cried, Giulio’s face hardened.
“Marta hasn’t taken a single thing from you.”
“The Greco family’s assets are mine. I give them to whomever I choose.”
He looked at me. “Don’t be like Sofia—always blaming your own jealousy on everyone else.”
The moment I heard my mother’s name, the last thread of my patience snapped. “You don’t have the right to speak her name.”
Giulio’s expression shifted sharply.
But for the first time, I didn’t stop.
“Sofia saved all four of your lives. When you had nothing—it was Ricci money, Ricci connections, and Ricci power that helped you stand on your own feet.”
“And after Lucia Capello came along—how did you repay her?”
No one answered.
I’d pieced it all together over the years from bits and pieces I’d overheard from old Ricci servants as a child.
Lucia had slandered Sofia again and again.
And every single time, they’d chosen to believe Lucia.
Then Sofia “died.”
Twenty-one years later, Lucia’s daughter appeared.
And the whole thing happened all over again. To me.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Have you ever noticed?”
“You refused to believe Sofia back then.”
“And now—you’ve never once believed her daughter either.”
Marta’s face drained of all color.
Elio frowned. “Elisa, that’s enough.”
That phrase. Again.
I turned my head and stopped looking at them.
Adriano suddenly spoke:
“Forget all that for now. What exactly happened in Mexico?”
I was quiet for a moment.
“Do you actually want to know?”
He didn’t answer.
I pushed back the sleeve of my hospital gown. My arm was a patchwork of old wounds—layer upon layer.
The room went dead silent.
“You said I’d just be doing some odd jobs there.”
“But from my very first day, they told me I was a criminal—dumped on their doorstep by the Vitale family. Beatings. Solitary confinement. Drugs. Underground dealings. Three years.”
I raised my right hand and pointed at my eye. “I shield my head every time I hear a door open now. That’s your version of ‘learning the hard way.'”
Adriano’s expression slowly changed. “That’s impossible.”
“I specifically ordered—”
Marta cut in gently: “Could it be that Elisa resents us so much she’s exaggerating?”
Adriano visibly hesitated.
“Look into it, then.”
I leaned back against the headboard. Nothing I said could ever outweigh one sentence from Marta.
“The complex has surveillance cameras. Doctors. Staff.”
“You’re supposed to be the best at investigating, aren’t you?”
Adriano snatched his phone and strode out of the room.
For the first time, I had no expectations for what would happen when he found the truth.
I didn’t need it anymore.
Nicola walked to the bedside.
“When you’ve healed, you’re coming with me.”
I looked at him.
Elio immediately frowned: “She needs treatment right now.”
Giulio spoke up too: “She should come back to the Greco estate first.”
They actually started arguing over where I’d go.
As if simply taking me back could undo everything.
I interrupted them quietly:
“I’m not going anywhere.”
All of them turned to look at me.
“I’m going to Sicily.”
Nicola’s expression darkened.
“Elisa, we’ve already told you. Sofia is dead.”
“I know you don’t believe me.”
This time, I didn’t argue. “That’s fine.”
I slowly tightened my grip on the Ricci ring hidden under the blanket.
“I believe it. That’s enough.”
Just then—a backup phone no one had noticed lit up on the bedside table.
A single text from an unknown number.
[We couldn’t reach you last night.]
Then a second.
[Don’t try to run again.]
My breath caught.
A third appeared almost immediately.
[Stay with them.]
[Seven days.]
[Mama is coming for you.]
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