The Mafia Princess’s Revenge Chapter 07

The Mafia Princess’s Revenge Chapter 07

In an instant, every reporter abandoned me and Jessica and ran toward the car at the curb. 

I frowned. Then I saw the license plate–all eights. 

Only one car in New York had that. 

The Corleone Don’s personal vehicle. 

The door opened. 

Brianna stepped out. Beside her, a man in his 

fifties. 

That man…was Louis Corleone. 

The true Don of Queens, the most feared underworld figure in New York. 

A reporter asked, “Mr. Corleone, what’s your 

connection to Miss Brianna?” 

Louis answered calmly. “She is my biological 

daughter.” 

The scene erupted. 

My body shook. My legs went weak. I could barely 

stand. 

Ringing in my ears. Black spots in my vision. 

I stared at Brianna, muttering. 

“No!” 

“She can’t be a Corleone principessa.” 

A reporter asked the question I was thinking. 

Louis didn’t answer. He looked at Brianna. 

She lifted her chin, voice clear and steady. 

“Three years ago, I fell in love with a man. My father didn’t approve. We made a three–year deal.” 

A reporter followed up. “The three–year deal…was that a test from the Corleone family?” 

“Yes. Father said if Gary loved me faithfully, the Corleones would help him become Brooklyn’s 

number one Don after three years.” 

“Oh my god. By choosing your secretary over you… he gave up everything the Corleones could have 

given him.” 

Help me become the top Don of Brooklyn… 

Everything I’d ever wanted. Power. Status. Glory. 

I’d pushed it all away with my own two hands. 

I couldn’t hear the rest. 

I never, in my worst nightmares, would have 

guessed. 

The woman who cooked for me every night, who 

wore an apron… 

She was the Principessa of the most powerful 

mafia family in New York. 

When I finally snapped back to reality, Brianna was standing right in front of me. 

My throat was dry. I forced out words. 

“Brianna…long time no see.” 

Brianna’s POV 

The woman standing in front of Gary was not the 

same one who’d left the mansion. 

I was back where I belonged. 

I was the Principessa of the Corleone family 

again. 

“It’s only been a few days.” 

I smiled faintly. 

“Has it?” Gary blinked, then laughed bitterly. 

“It feels like centuries.” 

He didn’t dare look at my father. 

He asked quietly, “Can we…can we fix this?” 

I laughed softly. “What do you think?” 

Gary stood there, he couldn’t say anything. 

“See you in court.” 

I linked my arm through my father’s and walked 

inside. 

Behind us walked a legal team of twelve. 

Moments later, Gary’s advisor leaned in to Gary 

and said solemnly. 

“Don, those are New York’s top attorneys. Word is they never lose.” 

Gary’s face turned ashen. 

He wasn’t afraid of losing the case. He was afraid 

of losing the life he could have had. 

He finally realized who the “someone big” was. 

My father. Louis Corleone. 

The true king of Queens… of all New York.