The Mafia Princess’s Revenge Chapter 08

The Mafia Princess’s Revenge Chapter 08

That was why every dock, every bank, every ally 

had abandoned him. 

Not even luxury brands dared take his money. 

In New York, no one crossed Louis Corleone. 

No one crossed the Corleone family. 

Thirty minutes later, the trial began. 

My legal team prepared to present evidence of our household expenses. 

Gary suddenly stopped them. He turned to the 

judge. 

“I’m dropping the case. I’m not pressing charges. Brianna didn’t cheat. I spent that money on her 

willingly.” 

My advisor stepped back. 

Gary looked at me, begging. 

“Brianna, I’m sorry. Let’s settle this privately at home. Please.” 

His voice was desperate. 

No trace of the arrogant Don anymore. 

But I just simply shook my head lightly… 

The Corleone legal team took over. 

Gary had tried to sue me for cheating. 

I sued him right back. With proof. 

The judge approved. The courtroom screen lit up. 

The scene shows Gary and Jessica engaged in a passionate battle within the Costa family’s stronghold office. 

Explicit parts were blurred. But it was more than enough to prove Gary’s infidelity. 

The Costa elders in the audience looked furious 

and ashamed. 

The judge ruled Gary had committed adultery. 

The divorce was granted. Gary was ordered to 

give me half the Costa family assets. 

I didn’t want his money. 

Outside the courtroom, Gary rushed at me. He wanted to hug me. 

Bodyguards shoved him away hard. 

“Touch my daughter again, and you lose that 

hand.” 

My father’s voice was cold and commanding. 

The voice made Gary break out in a cold sweat all 

over his body. 

But he still didn’t quit. 

Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees in 

front of me. Tears poured down his face. 

“Brianna, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” 

“It wasn’t my fault! That slut Jessica seduced me 

when I was drunk!” 

“I messed up. Please…please give me one more 

chance.” 

I looked down at the crying man on the floor. 

I felt nothing but pity. 

“Gary, I almost disowned my father to marry you.” 

“Everyone said you weren’t good enough for the 

Corleone Principessa.” 

“I fought for you. That’s why Father made the 

three–year deal.” 

I sighed, every word cutting him deep. 

“You think you took Red Hook that fast on your 

own?” 

I revealed the truth he’d never known. 

“Father planted men to work with you. He let you 

expand that quickly.” 

“Now that we’re divorced…everything he gave you 

is being taken back.” 

“Enjoy your life with your secretary.” 

I’d loved him blindly once. 

But I’d woken up just in time. 

I turned and walked away, never looking back. 

The man on his knees would burn in the hell he’d 

built for himself.