Bully Her? She’s the Mafia Princess Chapter 06

Bully Her? She’s the Mafia Princess Chapter 06

“What?” Vincent and Mrs. Costa cried out in unison. 

Isabella, who was supposedly unconscious in Vincent’s arms, 

couldn’t hide the faint smile at the corner of her lips. 

She must have been thrilled, thinking that chasing me off meant she could marry Vincent. 

Mrs. Costa scrambled forward. “Evelyn, marriage is such a 

serious thing; you can’t just joke around like this.” 

“Put the tokens away, and stop throwing a tantrum. Let’s talk about this calmly, alright?” 

Vincent barked at me directly. “Evelyn! Our families are 

formally united. The invitations have gone out worldwide. The 

church and reception are booked!” 

“Calling off the wedding now, do you want the Thorne family 

to be the laughingstock of the entire underworld?” 

I laughed coldly, who would dare laugh at the Thorne family? 

Vincent thought he had me trapped. 

He assumed I couldn’t live without him. In his mind, 

everything about me, everything about the Thorne family, already belonged to him. 

That’s why he thought he could treat me however he wanted. 

There was no point in arguing with someone like that. 

I gestured to my assistant. “Go on, give them back.” 

Vincent panicked. He threw Isabella, still “unconscious“, to the ground and quickly came up with a new lie. 

“Evie, I never wanted to break up with you, I swear. It’s just… you’re so strong–willed, sometimes I feel like you don’t love me enough.” 

“I only brought up Isabella to test your feelings for me. You’re the only one in my heart. Please stop this, okay?” 

“Think about both families‘ reputations. If this blows up, neither the Thornes nor the Costas will come out looking 

good!” 

Before I came here, my grandfather had already yelled at my father for picking Vincent out of the eighteen promising young men presented for marriage. 

And now this engagement had become a complete joke. 

If I hadn’t insisted on handling it myself, my grandfather would have wiped out the Costa family by now. 

I picked up the diamond necklace from the tray with one fingertip. “Mr. Costa, are you deaf?” 

Test my feelings? Feelings aren’t something you test. If a man is that insecure, what good is he? 

“I said, the engagement is canceled!” 

Vincent’s voice was stubborn and bitter. “You can’t just decide something this important on your own! Did your parents agree? Who do you think you are to call it off?” 

“You don’t like Isabella? Fine, I won’t touch her. I’ll send her away, back to Italy, and make sure she never comes near you again. Would that make you happy?” 

I saw Isabella trembling slightly on the ground. She’d clearly heard Vincent. 

My smile grew even more bitter. I turned to get in the car. 

“I was the one who wanted this engagement in the first place. Now I’m the one ending it.” 

Vincent looked at me with that same exasperated expression, like I was just throwing another tantrum. 

“You’re just emotional right now. You don’t mean any of this. When Mr. Thorne gets back, I’ll go apologize to him. Then you’ll see how sincere I am.” 

“Evelyn, you’re different from other socialites. You’re proud, willful, not like those women who know how to please men. But I don’t mind. Just don’t keep embarrassing me like this, okay?” 

“I’m only human. I get worn out too.” 

Oh, so he’s human? And I’m not? He gets to test me, hurt me, 

make me suffer, and I’m supposed to obediently give in and please him? 

I ripped the diamond necklace apart and threw the pieces at him. Then I slapped him again. The sound cut through all the 

gossip. 

As Mrs. Costa screamed, I turned and walked away. 

The driver started the car immediately, and we sped off. 

Vincent didn’t even feel the slap. 

He just stared blankly at the broken diamond necklace on the 

ground, like he’d just lost something precious.