Reborn Mafia Queen： Ruining My Toxic Family Chapter 02
Behind me, I heard my father, Don Angelo, roar in fury.
“Victoria! If you walk out that door today, you won’t have the Moretti family’s protection! You’ll be dead on the street by morning! Let’s see how you survive out there!”
I paused at the door.
And turned back with the brightest smile.
“Let’s.”
Who the hell needs your protection?
I’ve got the system now. Power and money are just a matter of time. Why would I ever need to kiss your asses again?
【Host has renounced her family. Slap-Down Index: Five Stars. Reward: One hundred million dollars, cash. Deposited.】
【Congratulations, Host. Your starter pack has been delivered: one top-security penthouse apartment near Central Park, and one black, bulletproof Ducati superbike, waiting for you at the gate.】
I walked out of that mansion in my high heels and never looked back.
Fucking fantastic.
Outside the main gate, a sleek, panther-like Ducati was parked and waiting.
The key was already in my evening bag.
I revved the engine, and the roar made the Moretti family crest on the iron gates tremble.
My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing.
I didn’t need to look. It was them. My hypocritical family.
I turned it off and shoved it in my pocket.
Following the system’s GPS, I drove to the most exclusive residence in the city: “Century Gardens.”
This was a place even the mayor of New York couldn’t just walk into. Every unit had its own private security and emergency exits.
The system didn’t mess around.
Standing before the five-hundred-square-meter, bulletproof, floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the Manhattan skyline, I swirled a glass of whiskey. For the first time, I felt a sense of peace.
In my last life, I must have been a complete idiot to think they would ever love me if I was just loyal enough.
Love my ass.
I turned my phone back on.
A flood of messages and missed calls popped up.
A voice message from my mother, Carmela: “Victoria, where the hell did you go?”
“Get your ass back here and get on your knees and apologize to Fiona! Do you have any idea how much face the family lost tonight?”
“Fiona has been crying nonstop! Her eyes are all swollen!”
A text from Lorenzo: “Dad froze all your accounts. Without the family’s protection, you won’t last 24 hours.”
“If you don’t want to end up dead, you’ll come crawling back and kneel. We’re still blood, after all.”
From Albert: “Stop this nonsense. If you wanted my attention, there are other ways.”
“You embarrassed me tonight. If you come back and apologize to me and Fiona, I might consider not breaking the engagement.”
I had to laugh.
Did they really think I couldn’t survive without the Moretti name?
I opened my chat with Lorenzo and sent him a screenshot of my new bank balance.
Just a small part of it, of course. Maybe fifty million or so.
I added a caption: “I’ll outlive you all.”
Then I blocked him.
Next, Albert.
I sent him a voice message, my tone light and mocking. “Instead of harassing me, shouldn’t you be worrying about how to keep your spot as the Falcone heir? Or is the bedroom the only place you ever get to call the shots?”
I knew the old Don Falcone had plenty of bastards. Albert’s position was never secure, which was the real reason for our engagement.
I hit a nerve.
Blocked.
Finally, my mother, Carmela.
I just typed: “Stop looking for me. Just pretend I’m dead.”
“Besides, you have your precious daughter Fiona. You don’t need me.”
“Oh, and by the way, I hope you all go to hell. Soon.”
Block. Block. Block.
Finally, peace and quiet.
【Host has inflicted severe emotional damage on her family. Slap-Down Index: Three Stars. Reward: Five million dollars, cash.】
I looked at my bank balance and laughed out loud. This was the easiest money I ever made.
