The Mafia Real Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 08

The Mafia Real Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 08

[Nora’s POV]

The police chief let out a harsh laugh.

“Those parents should’ve shown up a lot sooner if this is how they raised their sons.”

A strange unease settled over Nathan. “What happened this morning?”

The chief sighed heavily. “A few guys at a community college pretended to be upperclassmen and offered to help a freshman move her luggage. They lured her to an abandoned warehouse and tried

to…”

The rest barely registered.

Abandoned warehouse.

Freshman.

Fake upperclassmen.

The words echoed through the room as the boys from that morning were escorted out of an

interrogation room.

The truth hit all three of them at once.

Lucius slapped himself across the face. Maria clutched her chest and collapsed. Nathan charged

forward and started throwing punches.

“Who told you that you could touch her? Who the hell gave you permission to touch her?”

The boys had no idea what was happening. The fight only stopped when the police chief shouted,

‘Enough! The victim wasn’t Nora. What exactly is wrong with all of you?”

At that moment, I pushed open the station doors.

Their heads snapped toward me.

“Long time no see.

I wasn’t hurt.

Not this time.

The only reason was because I’d already lived through it once. Before those boys ever made a move,

I’d called the police.

The moment they tried to force me into that warehouse, undercover officers moved in and arrested

all three of them.

‘Maria burst into tears.

“Nora… Mom was wrong. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

Lucius looked ten years older than he had that morning.

“Nora, I was wrong too.”

I gently pushed them away.

“Dad. Mom. I grew up a long time ago.”

They seemed to be waiting for me to cry, scream, or blame them.

But I didn’t.

I would never hate them. They had raised me for eighteen years, and the love they once gave me

was real.

I would always be grateful for that. But gratitude wasn’t enough to repair what had been broken.

Some things, once shattered, never fit together the same way again.

Then I looked at Nathan.

If family could fall apart so completely, love stood even less of a chance.

“From this day forward, we go our separate ways.

Something inside him finally broke.

For the first time in his life, the proud heir of the Vito family dropped to his knees.

He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his face again and again, as though pain could buy

forgiveness.

I finally pulled free and shoved him away.

“Nathan, do you believe in past lives? In my last life, you destroyed me. So stop looking for me.”

He didn’t believe me. He begged for forgiveness, promised to make things right, and asked for ope

more chance. I turned him down every time.

Eventually, he stopped coming.

The only thing I heard afterward was that he’d lost his mind.

Life moved on. I graduated from Sicilian Academy exactly as I’d planned and eventually took control of the Moretti family’s financial empire.

Under my leadership, the family’s influence in New York reached heights it had never seen before.

Nathan disappeared completely.

Years later, I received a letter from him.

He wrote that he’d had a dream so vivid it felt like a memory.

In that dream, I wasn’t the woman I had become. I wasn’t successful or powerful. I was exhausted, covered in grease and smoke, with a crying child strapped to my back while I sold hot dogs from

morning until night.

Only then did he understand where my cooking skills had come from.

Not talent.

Survival.

He wrote that he felt ashamed, guilty, and disgusted with himself. I should never have lived that

kind of life.

The dream continued.

He saw himself walking toward me beside Rachel. He was dressed in an expensive suit, Rachel draped in luxury brands. The anger in my eyes was exactly the same as the day our admission results had come out-the same anger he’d ignored.

Then a truck lost control.

In the dream, he stepped in front of it.

In his final moments, he told me:

“I’ve finally repaid what I owed you.”

“Don’t hate me anymore.”

“And in your next life, don’t fall in love with me. Find someone worthy and marry him instead.”

When he woke up, he finally understood.

I had never lied.

I really had been reborn.

Everything I’d told him about that other life had been true. Every tragedy, every wound, every nightmare-he had caused them all.

After that, he vanished without a trace.

Where he went, I never found out.

The letter ended there.

My story didn’t.

The End.