Reborn Mafia Queen： Ruining My Toxic Family Chapter 06
As he was being dragged out, Lorenzo lost it. He broke free and charged at me like a raging buil, his hands reaching for my throat. “Victoria, you ungrateful snake! As your brother, I’m going to clean up our family’s trash!”
Before his hands could touch me, I put all my strength into a single kick to his chest.
The system’s power was still with me.
Lorenzo flew backward like a broken doll, slamming hard against the far wall. He slid to the floor, a bloody, groaning mess.
“Lorenzo!” my mother shrieked, rushing to his side.
I watched, my eyes cold.
“Anyone else want to try?”
I looked at the hesitant Albert and Marco. I pulled the pistol from Julian’s holster, expertly flicking off the safety. Good. I’ve been practicing my aim. I could use some live targets.”
Albert looked at the whimpering heap that was Lorenzo and lost his nerve.
He never thought I’d actually fight back, let alone be this skilled, this ruthless. I had more presence than his own father, the old Don Falcone.
“You’re going to regret this, Victoria,” he snarled.
“Regret it?”
Laughed. “The only thing I regret is not getting rid of you garbage sooner.”
The guards dragged the Morettis and Albert out.
Fiona was crying, her fingers desperately clawing at the doorframe. “Sister, I’m innocent… I really didn’t do anything…”
“Innocent?”
I walked over and looked down at her.
“Fiona Moretti,” I whispered, leaning in so only she could hear. “Did you really think I didn’t know your little secret?”
“You were never an adopted daughter.”
“You’re the bastard child of Angelo Moretti and some street whore he knocked up, aren’t you?”
Fiona’s eyes went wide with terror. Her whole body went rigid.
“You… how did you know…”
“Secrets don’t stay buried forever.”
I patted her pale, cold cheek. “Enjoy what little time you have left in luxury, my dear, dear sister.”
With a nod, I had the guards throw her out like the trash she was.
The ballroom returned to a tense order. Everyone looked at me differently now.
With fear. With awe.
This was the taste of power.
When you’re strong enough, no one calls you crazy.
They just say you have character.
After the gala, chaos erupted in the Moretti and Falcone families.
The Volpe embargo was swift and total. Business partners vanished. Our ports refused their ships. Banks and loan sharks all called in their debts at once.
In a matter of days, both families were on the verge of collapse.
My father Angelo’s hair turned white overnight. He begged for help, but every door was slammed in his face,
Meanwhile, I was in my office, reading a report from a private investigator.
It was a DNA test.
It clearly confirmed a parental match between Angelo Moretti and Fiona.
There was also evidence of Angelo funneling family assets to his prostitute mistress.
All these years, my mother, Carmela, had been kept in the dark.
She treated her husband’s bastard child like a treasure and her own flesh and blood like a stain on the family’s honor.
The irony was thick enough to choke on.
I printed the documents, placed them in a manila envelope, and called for a courier.
“Take this to the Moretti mansion. Make sure it gets directly into the hands of Mrs. Carmela Moretti.”
I smiled.
The final act of my revenge was about to begin.
