The Mafia Princess Asked for a Beautiful Ashes Box Chapter 10

The Mafia Princess Asked for a Beautiful Ashes Box Chapter 10

The shop owner looked impatient.

He wasn’t heartless. His work simply placed him around death every day, and grief no longer

shocked him.

“Where were you before? I called you, didn’t I? You wouldn’t even pay five hundred dollars. The urn

is sold. The other family paid in full. I can’t steal it back from them.”

He lifted his chin toward a group near the other side of the shop.

“That’s them.”

Dante spun around.

Several people stood together, weeping. They had chosen the urn for their father and were

preparing to take it with them.

Dante rushed over and caught the man at the front of the group by the arm.

“Excuse me. Would you consider letting me have that urn?”

His voice faltered. “My sister chose it before she died. I can compensate you.”

“Get away from me!”

Already overwhelmed by his father’s death, the man shoved Dante aside.

“Who tries to take another person’s urn? Are you looking for a fight?”

“No. I don’t mean any harm.”

Dante’s eyes reddened, and his voice broke.

“My sister paid a deposit before she died. She was only five hundred dollars short. Her final wish

was to have this urn. Is there any way you could help me?”

I had never seen Dante humble himself before.

People usually crowded around him, smiling and begging for his favor.

Now he pleaded with a stranger, tears falling openly down his face.

“I’ll compensate you. One million, ten million, name your price. I’ll pay anything.”

The man shoved him again, his patience gone.

“You look respectable, but you’re acting insane. We have a funeral to arrange. Leave us alone

before I make you.”

Dante suddenly dropped to his knees.

He looked up at the man as tears streamed down his face, his voice stripped of every trace of

pride.

“Please. I only want this urn. You can have everything I own if you give it to me.”

The man fell silent.

Seeing Dante’s grief, he couldn’t bring himself to keep cursing. He exchanged a long look with the rest of his family, and they began to talk in hushed voices.

At last, they reluctantly placed the urn back on the counter. The man’s eyes were red as well.

“You can have it. We don’t want your money.”

“My father just died. I understand what it means to want to honor someone’s last wish.”

Dante bowed his head and sobbed.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.”

The man helped him to his feet, his own voice rough with grief.

“Take it with you when you go see your sister. Don’t keep her waiting.”

Three days later, my body was cremated.

Dante held the urn in both hands, unable to stop crying.

He hadn’t slept since learning of my death. Dark shadows ringed his eyes, stubble covered his jaw, and the immaculate Don Russo looked utterly broken.

“Nina, I’m so sorry.”

He pressed the urn to his cheek, his voice hoarse with exhaustion.

“Stomach cancer must have hurt so much. I never noticed. I even forced you to drink. If it hadn’t been for me, you would still be alive. I killed you.”

I sighed.

While I was alive, I had dreamed of hearing him apologize.

If he had investigated the truth and admitted he was wrong back then, I would have forgiven him in

an instant.

But he never did.

He stubbornly waited for me to surrender first.

Now that I was dead, his apology stirred nothing inside me.

Still, I was grateful.

After all, he was the one who gave my ashes a beautiful home.

With my last wish fulfilled, there was nothing left holding me in this world. My spirit slowly faded

and settled into the urn at last.

Dante and I were divided by life and death.

We would never meet again.

THE END