The Broken & Reborn Mafia Matriarch Chapter 07

The Broken & Reborn Mafia Matriarch Chapter 07

“NO!” 

He lunged for the trash can, screaming like a wounded animal. 

Security guards hurried over at the commotion 

and asked what was going on. 

I pointed straight at Eric. 

“Some homeless man snuck in. Please remove 

him.” 

The guards dragged him off, and he thrashed wildly the whole time. 

But he kept struggling violently. 

He scramed at me at the top of his lungs. 

“Mia, I know I was wrong! I truly love you!” 

“Zoe is no longer the one I love. You’re the only person I want to spend the rest of my life with!” 

Eric came to see me many times after that. 

But I never opened the door, just had people throw 

hirn out every time. 

Until one day, I got word that my father was 

gravely ill, and I flew back home immediately. 

Looking at the gates of the Campbell estate, I felt nothing but strangeness. 

I met my father without any obstacles. 

“Mia, you’re back…” 

“I’m so sorry. I listened to Zoe and her mother, who 

said you were a jinx and that keeping you here 

would ruin the Campbell family business. I kicked 

you out when you were so badly injured!” 

“Zoe and her mother only care about my property. 

They can’t wait for me to die!” 

“I’ve been dreaming about your mother lately. She 

blames me for not taking good care of you.” 

“I regret it so much…” 

My father transferred all his assets to me. 

I accepted it without guilt. After all, half of it 

belonged to my mother. 

When my father passed away, Aria and Zoe 

completely lost their minds when they saw the 

will. 

Nothing remained in my father’s name. 

After investigating, they found out I had returned 

to the Campbell estate. 

They came straight to me. 

Aria looked like she wanted to skin me alive. 

“You bitch! The family disowned you! How did you 

trick him into giving you everything?” 

“I’ve been by his side for so many years, and I get 

nothing?” 

“Hand that money over right now, or you’ll live to 

regret this!” 

Zoe’s face was twisted with jealousy. 

“You’re already an international supermodel. Why 

did you have to come back?” 

“Why does everything always go to you?” 

“Even Aiden says he regrets marrying me instead 

of you!” 

I looked at Zoe and sneered coldly. 

“Don’t forget, you were never my father’s 

daughter!” 

“Do you really think just because you took the 

Campbell last name, you’re actually part of the 

family?” 

“If I remember correctly, your biological father is 

still in prison, isn’t he?” 

Zoe was so angry she couldn’t speak and just 

pointed at me accusingly. 

Before leaving, she spat out a threat. 

“Mark my words. We’ll see who gets the last 

laugh!” 

With the money my father left me, I founded my 

own clothing brand. 

I was the face of the brand. 

That night, after finishing work at the company, I 

was driving home when a dead–drunk Eric stepped 

out to block my path. 

He slurred his speech, “Mia, please don’t leave 

me.” 

With that, he crumpled onto the street. 

Worried he’d come to harm left on the street, I 

helped him into my car to take him home. 

When I parked downstairs, I got out to find 

someone to help me carry Eric. But when I turned around, the car was already on fire. 

The flames spread quickly, and several cars parked nearby also caught fire. 

The on–site fire extinguishers were no use at all. 

The security guard immediately called the fire department. 

“Ma’am, step back! The car might explode!” 

Helpless, I could only pray the firefighters would 

arrive soon. 

From inside the car came Eric’s miserable 

screams. 

“Help! Somebody help me! AHHHH!” 

Moments before the car blew up, he finally pried 

the door open and stumbled to safety. 

Several days of emergency treatment later, Eric 

was finally out of danger. 

In the hospital, Eric lay on the bed, wrapped head 

to toe in bandages. 

He tried to sit up, but felt nothing below his waist. 

Terror flashed across his face as he threw off the 

covers. 

“My legs? Where are my legs?”