Bully Her? She’s the Mafia Princess Chapter 11

Bully Her? She’s the Mafia Princess Chapter 11

Mrs. Costa tried to plead for him, but her husband cut her off coldly. 

Isabella, who’d been hiding in the shadows, saw that Vincent had fallen from grace. 

She dropped her sweet and innocent act immediately and started hanging around the Costa family headquarters, trying 

to latch onto the eldest son, the one Vincent had kept 

suppressed for years. 

Mrs. Costa tried desperately to find a wife for Vincent, someone who could prop up the family. But no other mafia 

family or wealthy business wanted anything to do with her or 

her son. 

No one wanted to marry their daughter into a family that had crossed the Thornes and was falling apart from the inside. 

On the day of the wedding, I drove my limited–edition sports car toward the church, a convoy of family guards behind me. 

Halfway there, Vincent jumped out into the road. 

He was ragged and bruised, looking absolutely wrecked. 

Ignoring the guards trying to hold him back, he grabbed my leg and held on. “Evelyn, I was wrong. I threw Isabella out of the family. Don’t replace me at the wedding, please.” 

“I’ll listen to you from now on. I’d never betray you again.” 

I looked down at him coldly without a word, just raised my 

chin. 

The guards pulled him off me and shoved him to the side of the 

road. 

Vincent struggled and screamed, “Evelyn! I’m sorry! I’m the one who deserves you. Noah is an outsider! You can’t marry him!” 

I didn’t look back, just told the driver, “Let’s go.” 

The car pulled away, and Vincent’s screams faded behind us. 

If Vincent hadn’t broken his promise, hadn’t betrayed my trust, maybe he would have been the one waiting for me at the church today. 

But it was too late for that. I’m the sole heir of the Thorne family. I can tolerate a lot of things, but betrayal and humiliation aren’t among them. 

When I arrived at the church, Noah was already there waiting. 

He let out a breath of relief when he saw me. 

As I took his arm, he looked at me reproachfully. “Miss Thorne, I was starting to think you wouldn’t come.” 

He must have heard about Vincent stopping me. 

I smiled. “Don’t worry, I never look back.” 

After the wedding, I asked my father for permission to lead the expansion of the Thorne family’s overseas operations. 

Naturally, Noah came with me. 

We were still newlyweds and couldn’t stand to be apart. 

Just outside the city, a man in a suit was waiting by the side of 

the road. 

He wanted to see me, he said. 

I’d done him a great favor, and he’d come to give me a gift. 

His men carried up a crate. Inside, tied up tightly, was Isabella. 

I turned away in disgust. “Next time you bring a gift, make it gold bars or territory. Don’t bring me useless trash like that. Take it back.” 

The man laughed. “My apologies. I’ll take my leave.” 

After he left, I looked at Noah, confused. “Who was that? He 

looked familiar.” 

Noah’s voice was sour. “That was the eldest son of the Costa family. The one Vincent kept down for years. Thanks to you, he’s finally in charge of the Costas.” 

I shrugged and didn’t think about it anymore. 

The Costas‘ problems, Vincent’s fate, Isabella’s ending, none 

of it mattered to me. 

All that mattered now was the Thorne family’s future and the 

people at my side. 

“Keep driving,” I told the driver. 

We headed toward the airport. 

Everything behind us was just smoke in the rearview mirror.