The Mafia Princess Asked for a Beautiful Ashes Box Chapter 06

The Mafia Princess Asked for a Beautiful Ashes Box Chapter 06

When I ordered the urn, the shop owner learned I was buying it for myself. Given the unusual

circumstances, he asked me to leave an emergency contact.

I thought about it for a long time before realizing that, since Dante threw me out, I no longer had a

single friend or relative I could call.

No one dared stay in touch with me under the weight of his threats.

That made Dante the only possible choice.

I gave the owner his number, and somewhere deep down, a fragile hope took root.

If the day came when Dante learned I was dead, would he grieve?

Would he finally question himself and investigate what had happened five years ago?

Now I hovered beside him as a spirit and watched him answer the call.

I had been dead for two days. My body lay in the river near the neighborhood where I had rented a

room.

The pain had become unbearable, and so had the loneliness.

Death had been a release.

In the silence of his office, Dante looked up from a stack of documents and frowned.

“What urn?”

The shop owner gave an incredulous laugh.

“I saw you on the business news a few days ago. A man with your kind of money won’t pay five

hundred dollars for his own sister? You have until tomorrow. If you don’t pay the balance, I’m..”

Dante hung up before he could finish.

“Scammers are getting bolder by the day,” he muttered. “Now they think they can target me?”

He tried to return to work, then hesitated. With a scowl, he opened our message thread.

Dante: [What trouble have you caused now? I’m getting scam calls because of you.]

He turned the phone face down on his desk.

As he handled the family’s businesses, part of his attention remained fixed on it.

Half an hour passed without a response.

His expression grew colder. He picked up the phone again and typed rapidly.

Dante: [Nina, I’m warning you. Stop causing trouble I already paid off the payday loans you

defaulted on. Now that we’re no longer family, quit finding excuses to bother me.]

I stared at him in surprise.

I had borrowed from one predatory lender after another to pay for treatment. Once I fell behind,

collection calls came at all hours of the day.

Then, without explanation, my phone had gone quiet.

I had been drowning by then. I assumed the lenders had simply given up and never questioned it.

So Dante had paid them off.

When I still didn’t reply, he called.

The phone still didn’t answer.

At that moment, his consigliere entered carrying coffee.

Dante asked coldly, “Where has Nina gone this time? What job did she find? Why isn’t she

answering her phone?”

The consigliere froze, then answered nervously.

“Don Russo, we lost track of Principessa Nina. It appears she’s gone into hiding. None of our

people have been able to locate her.”

“So she finally thinks she’s beyond my reach.”

Dante hurled his phone across the room.

The consigliere picked it up, steeling himself before he spoke.

“Please give me more time. We found her every other time. We’ll find her again. She couldn’t have

simply vanished.”

Dante gave him a flat look. “Do it quickly.”

Sweat beaded on the consigliere’s forehead. He forced a strained smile.

“You’ve gone to extraordinary lengths for Principessa Nina. If you’re this worried about her, why not

tell her the truth? She has suffered these past five years, and so have you. What has any of this

accomplished?”