Bully Her? She’s the Mafia Princess Chapter 07

Bully Her? She’s the Mafia Princess Chapter 07

The guests exchanged glances and quietly slipped away, one by one. They all knew the Costa family was finished. 

Mrs. Costa’s tears were real now. “Vincent? Are you okay? Does your face hurt?” 

“That Evelyn is absolutely barbaric! When Mr. Thorne returns, 

I’m going to give him a piece of my mind!” 

Vincent frowned. “Enough, Mom! Aren’t things bad enough already?” 

“I told you we should get married first and deal with Isabella 

later. But you insisted I get the marriage certificate with her 

first!” 

“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have fought with Evelyn, and 

we wouldn’t have made ourselves look so bad!” 

Mrs. Costa couldn’t very well blame her own son, so she 

directed all her resentment toward Isabella. 

She looked down at Isabella, still pretending to be 

unconscious on the ground. Whatever affection she’d once felt 

was gone. 

It was all that scheming girl’s fault, she thought. She was too ambitious, pushing Vincent to give her a title, causing this rift between mother and son and putting the Costa family in crisis. 

She turned to a servant and said coldly, “What are you 

standing there for? Take Miss Isabella to her room. She’s not to leave without my permission. And keep her out of sight unless necessary.” 

The servants, quick to sense the shift in power, grabbed Isabella roughly and dragged her into the estate. They no 

longer treated her like the future wife of the Costa family’s second son. 

Only then did Mrs. Costa feel a little better, as if she hadn’t been the one who decided to assert dominance and force me to give up my position. 

When I got back to the Thorne estate, the butler handed me an encrypted email from my father in Italy. 

In the email, my father first reassured me that he and my mother supported my decision completely, and he would never let anyone hurt me. 

Then he said he’d already started canceling all business partnerships between Thorne and Costa, the Costas would pay for what they’d done. 

Finally, he said one of his most capable men, Noah Hunter, had been trained by him personally. 

He was sharp, ruthless, and as soon as he heard my engagement was off, he’d flown back from the Thorne family’s overseas branch. 

He wanted to take Vincent’s place as the groom at my wedding, ask nothing of me, just being by my side would be enough. 

My father, seeing how sincere he was, sent him ahead to deliver the message. 

If I liked him, I could give him a title. If not, he could go back 

to London. My parents would find me ten or twenty other eligible bachelors when they returned. 

I couldn’t help but laugh. Was I the villain now? Someone was actually volunteering to be with me, and didn’t even care if I had other people on the side? 

I was about to send someone to turn Noah Hunter down. I’d just ended an engagement and wasn’t ready to date or get married again. 

But then the butler led a tall, broad–shouldered man inside. 

I took one look at him and froze. Wasn’t that the chubby little kid who used to follow me around everywhere? 

His name was Noah, and he was the grandson of my grandfather’s old friend. 

As a child, he’d been sickly and weak. The other kids always picked on him, stole his candy, ripped his clothes. 

He couldn’t fight back or even talk back. He’d just curl up on the ground and cry. 

I was a willful little girl back then, and I couldn’t stand seeing someone weak get bullied. So I’d grabbed my little backpack, beaten those kids black and blue, and forced Noah to be my 

sidekick. 

He had to do my homework and buy me my favorite chocolates 

and cookies. 

Then his grandfather got transferred to England, and he 

moved to London. I never saw him again.