The Moretti Family’s Useless Eighth Daughter Was Actually a Hidden Powerhouse Chapter 11

The Moretti Family’s Useless Eighth Daughter Was Actually a Hidden Powerhouse Chapter 11

The traces of the earlier chaos had been cleaned up as best they could.

But my parents and the seven brothers who had been fighting to take one another’s place beneath the blade

minutes earlier were staring at me like they’d never seen me before.

“Why are you looking at me? Is there something on my face?”

I curled back into the corner of the sofa, picked up the vintage console, and pressed restart.

Beep.

The familiar electronic sound filled the room again.

“Alessia.”

My mother, Elena, was the first to recover.

She approached carefully and reached for my face, stopping halfway.

She looked like she was trying to decide whether someone had secretly replaced her daughter.

“All that stuff you said, and when you took down those two men…”

Her voice came out uncertain.

“So there was never anything wrong with your mind?”

I sighed and set down the console.

I looked at the family I’d fooled for more than a decade.

“Of course not. In fact, I might be a little smarter than all of you put together.”

I shrugged. There was no point pretending now.

“I skipped class because I already knew that stuff. I didn’t say anything because watching every one of you

work like the world was ending every day made me tired.”

Elio swallowed and edged closer.

His eyes were still fixed on the code I’d left behind.

“When you took apart Damian’s three–layer encryption, did you change the recursive structure?”

“Something like that. I’ll show you when I have time.”

I waved him off.

Alessandro took a deep breath and came to stand in front of me.

His expression was hard to read.

Shock, guilt, and unmistakable relief that we had survived.

“So you’ve been pretending all these years?”

He stared at me.

“You watched all of us treat you like a child who couldn’t do anything. Did you think we looked ridiculous?”

I glanced at the red marks on his wrist from struggling earlier, then looked at Lorenzo and Nico.

Their hands were still trembling.

Something inside me suddenly ached.

In my previous life, I had stood high above everyone else.

High enough that everyone around me needed something from me.

But not one of them would have willingly put a hand beneath a blade to protect me.

This time, I had pretended to be useless for more than twenty years, and seven people had genuinely been willing to lose a hand for me.

“No.”

I stood and gave them a serious look for the first time.

“I just thought that with all seven of you standing in front of me, I could finally be a spoiled heiress who never had to worry about anything.”

My father suddenly covered his face with one hand, and real tears began to fall.

He wasn’t angry. A weight he’d carried in his heart for more than twenty years had finally lifted.

“As long as you’re okay. As long as there’s nothing wrong with your mind.”

Vittorio came over and patted my shoulder firmly.

I looked at my seven brothers, all of whom had been exceptional since childhood, and knew I probably couldn’t pretend to be useless ever again.

Oh, well.

Fate had given me another life and, as a bonus, thrown in a family like this.

I could live with doing something once in a while.

I tossed the console to Elio and turned toward the New York skyline beyond the floor–to–ceiling windows.

“All right, stop making this feel like a funeral. I’m really hungry Let’s get steak”

I stretched.

At the door, I stopped and looked back at the Moretti family.

“The sky hasn’t fallen. If anyone dares come after the Morettis-”

I smiled.

‘Пl handle it.”