The Princess Lives in a Truman World Chapter 08

The Princess Lives in a Truman World Chapter 08

Members of the Moretti crime family had been watching from nearby.

The moment they saw the Corleone Donna trying to deny a debt she had personally signed for, a group of menacing Moretti enforcers emerged.

The two crime families faced each other in a tense standoff.

“I don’t care who took out the loan,” one of the collectors said. “The person who signed the note is the one who pays.”

Now it was their turn to experience the pain they had put me through.

Hadn’t they promised to compensate me?

I only wanted two million dollars. That wasn’t too much to ask, was it?

Aria’s voice trembled with fear.

“It’s already four million with interest. Mom, can our family even pay that much?”

Their lives had always looked glamorous from the outside. They lived on a sprawling estate and spent recklessly, but they never managed to save anything.

Several of the Family’s investments had failed one after another, leaving them with a serious cash-flow problem.

And they wanted me to come back and inherit the Family?

What a joke. Whoever wanted this collapsing criminal empire could have it.

The collector issued another warning.

“It’s four million today. By tomorrow, it could be six.”

Mom snapped, “You think I won’t call the police?”

“Go ahead. A crime family that has to run to the police for protection would be a disgrace.”

The collector continued, “But tell me this: do you really think the FBI will go easy on Don Corleone after he turned the abuse of his own daughter into a livestream spectacle while his crime family was falling apart?”

The fight drained out of Mom.

“Give us some time to put the money together.”

Aria turned to her in panic.

“Mom, what are we going to do?”

“We’ll sign over the estate to settle the debt.”

Aria immediately protested.

“Then we’ll be poor. Where am I supposed to live if we lose the estate?”

Mom slapped her across the face.

“Shut up, you idiot!”

The comment feed became even more chaotic.

[Sofia’s counterattack is savage. I thought disappearing to Germany was impressive enough, but she was only getting started.]

[Maybe I should send the streamer a virtual supercar to help her make some of that money back.]

[They brought this on themselves. Now they’re finally getting what they deserve.]

I had asked the Moretti crime family to record the collection when the time came.

I wanted to see it for myself.

Mom and Dad tried to flee with Aria that same night, but the collectors remained posted outside the estate, making it impossible for them to get away.

The three of them were beaten as well.

The Morettis showed no mercy.

“If you can’t pay, we can take your daughter as collateral for the time being,” one of the enforcers said. “She looks soft and pampered. Some men would be very interested in a girl like her.”

Aria went pale. She dropped to her knees in front of our parents.

“Mom, Dad, please don’t let them sell me.”

Mom seemed to think of something and hurriedly forced a placating smile.

“Sir, don’t worry. We can come up with the money.”

In the end, they signed the Corleone estate over to the Morettis to satisfy the loan and moved into a small, ordinary apartment.

Even after everything that had happened, Mom continued livestreaming. The scandal was drawing an enormous audience, and she intended to make whatever money she could from it.

Most of the viewers only joined to ridicule them.

[She’s still livestreaming to cash in on this? Shameless.]

[Don’t send that old hag any gifts.]

[They still haven’t suffered a fraction of what Sofia endured. Their lives are far too comfortable.]

Aria looked the most displeased of all. From the moment she entered the shabby apartment, disgust had been written all over her face.

After a lifetime of luxury, she was bound to struggle with suddenly living on so little.

The stream was no longer bringing in much money, so Mom eventually shut it down.

I was almost disappointed. I could no longer watch that family make a spectacle of themselves.