The Mafia Real Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 03

The Mafia Real Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 03

When the barbed whip was placed in front of me, I was still struggling to process what was happening.

There was a time when the three of them would’ve torn the world apart for me. Now they were about to punish me for a woman who hadn’t even been part of this family for a year.

“Dad, Mom, if someone has to do it, let me punish Nora myself.”

Rachel stepped forward with tears in her eyes.

“I don’t want you to hate her.”

The concern in her voice sounded sincere.

The triumph in her eyes told a different story.

I dug my nails into my palms and forced the words through clenched teeth.

“If you don’t believe me, check the security cameras in Grandpa’s room.”

Nathan let out a cold laugh. “Even now, you’re still trying to frame Rachel?”

He turned toward her.

“Rachel, get up. I’ll handle—”

Before he could finish, Rachel snatched the whip from the butler’s hands and lashed it across my back.

The crack split the air.

Pain exploded through my body, forcing me to double over.

Rachel’s voice remained gentle.

“Just bear with it, Nora. If Nathan did it himself, you’d never survive.”

The sweetness of her words only made the cruelty worse.

I bit down hard enough to taste blood and swallowed every scream that threatened to escape.

By the time the ninety-ninth strike landed, I was barely conscious.

My vision blurred. My body collapsed onto the floor.

For a moment, uncertainty flickered across my parents’ faces.

Nathan was the first to soften.

“Was it really that painful?” he asked. “Rachel was obviously going easy on you.”

He crouched slightly.

“I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Before I could respond, Rachel pouted dramatically.

“Nathan, my hand hurts.”

The concern in his eyes vanished instantly.

The next second, he turned away from me.

Once again, the three of them left together with Rachel nestled safely between them.

I remained curled on the floor, my back covered in intersecting streaks of blood.

Mark stared at the wounds and sucked in a sharp breath.

“Miss Nora,” he said quietly, “why couldn’t you just admit fault like before? None of this would’ve happened.”

Admit fault? I’d spent my entire previous life doing exactly that.

I kept my head down, accepted every injustice, and lost everything for it. In the end, I was pregnant, humiliated, selling hot dogs to survive—and it still wasn’t enough.

Mark eventually drove me to the hospital.

The doctor visibly winced when he examined my back.

“Who did this to you?”

His expression darkened.

“Where’s your family? Has nobody called the police?”

I lowered my eyes and shook my head.

Family? I lost that the day Rachel came home.

On my way back to my room, I passed Rachel’s hospital suite.

Then I heard Nathan’s voice.

“Nathan, are you saying that if Nora refuses to end the engagement, you’ll have someone harass her while she’s away at college?”

Rachel sounded curious.

Nathan answered without hesitation.

“I don’t want to, but she refuses to understand her place. Sometimes people need to be taught a lesson.”

His voice froze the blood in my veins.

Rachel giggled.

“With Nora’s personality, she’ll definitely start thinking she’s not good enough for you. You’re brilliant, Nathan.”

I stopped dead in the hallway.

The world seemed to tilt beneath my feet.

The man who had assaulted me in my previous life…

Nathan had sent him.

I somehow made it back to my room.

Not long afterward, Nathan arrived carrying a bowl of soup.

“Your favorite.”

His voice was unusually gentle.

“You’ve been through enough today.”

I didn’t touch it. Instead, I stared straight into his eyes.

“Nathan. Let’s end our engagement.”

The bowl slipped from his hands. It shattered across the floor.

He looked up sharply.

“What did you just say?”

I repeated myself.

“Let’s end the engagement. You heard me.”

The color drained from his face. Then his hand shot out and clamped around my wrist.

His eyes were suddenly red.

“Say that again.”

I opened my mouth, but before I could speak, a nurse hurried over.

She frowned at Nathan.

“Your girlfriend is crying her eyes out next door. Why are you still here?”

He looked at me once, something unreadable flashing across his face, then turned and left.

In Rachel’s world, even a broken engagement couldn’t compete with a few tears.

Over the next several days, news of Rachel’s acceptance into Sicilian Academy spread throughout the Upper East Side.

The Moretti estate became a revolving door of young heirs from every major mafia family.

Meanwhile, I remained in the hospital recovering.

Nathan sent the occasional message, treating me like a stubborn child throwing a tantrum.

I ignored every one of them.

Then I blocked him.

The day of Rachel’s admission celebration finally arrived.

I was in one corner of the ballroom, trying to calm a crying little boy.

Rachel walked over with her arm looped possessively through Nathan’s.

Nathan glanced from me to the child, a mocking smile tugging at his lips.

“So that’s why you’ve been ignoring me.”

His voice dripped with contempt.

“You’ve already found a replacement.”

The boy’s father stood nearby.

Without a shred of concern for my reputation, Nathan sneered at him.

“This woman gave me her virginity years ago. You’re just getting what’s left.”

The assistant beside the man looked mortified.

I handed the child back to his father.

“You’re the one with a filthy mind, Nathan. That’s why you assume the worst of everyone else.”

He scoffed.

“Excuses.”

Yet his eyes never left my face.

“A little later, the media will be interviewing Rachel.”

He stepped closer.

“Behave yourself and cooperate. Every major family in the city is here.”

His voice turned cold.

“Otherwise, I might seriously reconsider this engagement.”

Rachel immediately stuck her tongue out at me from behind his shoulder.

The sight was almost laughable.

In my previous life, Nathan had threatened me the same way.

Back then, I’d been terrified of losing him. Terrified he’d really call off the engagement.

So I’d agreed to help Rachel during the interview.

That day, I solved the problem that nobody else could.

Rachel became the celebrated genius, and I became the plagiarist everyone looked down on.

Not this time.