Reborn Mafia Queen： Ruining My Toxic Family Chapter 07
That night, war broke out in the Moretti mansion.
They say when my mother Carmela saw the DNA report, she snapped. She grabbed a gun and started hunting my father through the house.
Fiona was on her knees, wailing that she was innocent, that it was all Angelo’s plan, that she knew nothing.
But no one pitied her.
My idiot brothers, Lorenzo and Marco, watched the chaos, their entire world crumbling.
The sister they had adored for years was the bastard who destroyed their family?
And their own father had been playing them all for fools?
I wasn’t there, but I had the system give me a live feed.
Watching my mother’s hysteria, my father’s pathetic attempts to escape, and the final, complete destruction of Fiona’s mask of innocence…
It was deeply satisfying.
[Host has exposed the truth, leading to the internal collapse and ruin of the Moretti family. Revenge Index: Five Stars. Reward: The remaining 49% control of the Volpe family.]
Now, the entire Volpe empire was mine.
Soon after, the Moretti family was officially finished.
For grossly violating the family code and tainting the bloodline, the old council of capos sentenced Angelo to the same fate he gave me. They sank him in the Hudson River.
My mother, Carmela, broke completely. She truly went insane and was sent to the same mental hospital she once locked me in.
Lorenzo and Marco were crushed by debt and sold off to work the docks, paying for their stupidity with back- breaking labor.
As for Fiona?
Without the Moretti name, she was nothing. Albert dumped her the second the Falcone family started to crumble.
I heard she’s a dancer in some third-rate club now, getting pawed at by lowlifes every night.
And me? I was just stepping off my private jet after a week-long vacation in Europe.
I was stopped on the tarmac.
It was Lorenzo and Marco.
They were filthy, wearing worn-out work clothes. They were gaunt, all the old arrogance of mafia princes gone.
“Victoria! Victoria, save us!”
Lorenzo dropped to his knees in front of me, sobbing. “I was wrong! Big brother was so wrong! We’re family, please, for the love of God, help us! The loan sharks are going to kill us!”
Marco was on the ground too, banging his head on the pavement. “Victoria, we were blind! Fiona, that bitch, she fooled us all! You’re our only sister! You’re a Don now! You could pay our debts with pocket change!”
My bodyguards watched, their faces blank.
“Family?”
I smiled. “If I remember correctly, I’m not a Moretti anymore.”
“Victoria, blood is thicker than water! We’re still family!” Lorenzo cried.
“Really?”
I crouched down, looking them both in the eye. “Then where was all this ‘family’ loyalty when Fiona framed me, time and time again? When you locked me in the cellar to ‘reflect’ on my supposed sins?”
The memory of all those hopeless moments, from childhood to my death, would never fade.
“Guards.”
I stood up, my voice flat and cold.
“Get this trash off my runway.”
“Victoria! You’ll rot in hell! You venomous bitch!” Lorenzo shrieked when he realized I wouldn’t help.
I didn’t look back.
Venomous?
Maybe.
But in this world, only the venomous survive.
On my way out, I made a stop at the mental hospital.
Through the visitor’s glass, I saw Carmela.
She was in a patient’s gown, cradling a pillow, mumbling to herself. “Fiona… my Fiona… Mama will give you the best of everything…”
Even in madness, she was still obsessed with the bastard.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
