The True Mafia Principessa Chapter 08

The True Mafia Principessa Chapter 08

That left Lucian alone at my side.

He pressed his lips together, guilt written all over his face. “I’m sorry. I know I was wrong. I’m not asking for your forgiveness. I just… I just want to see that you’re okay. That’s enough for me.”

Unlike the other two, he wasn’t about to humiliate himself in a brawl.

Instead, he quietly pulled out his phone and, right in front of me, started a livestream in a private group chat filled with young elites from high society.

Then he turned the camera toward himself. “What happened before was my fault. I’m here to set

the record straight.”

People in the group flooded into the stream, confused.

[Why is Lucian streaming?]

[Did something happen?]

[Wait… are those Nico and Quentin fighting?].

Lucian nodded. “I’m here to expose something today. And to properly introduce someone to you.”

He briefly angled the camera toward me.

“The girl you all knew as Clara was never the Vayne family’s principessa. She is.”

He continued calmly, “Clara was a student we sponsored together. Olyria had been overseas for years. Clara didn’t want to be looked down on by you, so she begged us to let her use the Vayne family’s principessa identity.”

The chat exploded.

[Are you all insane?]

[You seriously did something like that?]

[No wonder that woman was so generous, letting us take things that belonged to Mrs. Vayne. Of course she didn’t care, none of it was hers.]

Lucian gave a bitter smile. “That’s all. The truth is out. I won’t say anything more.”

The livestream ended.

Meanwhile, the other two were still trying to tear each other apart when Rocco arrived with his

men.

He came straight to my side.

Uncle Lorenzo took one look at the pathetic scene and had his bodyguards pin them both down. Then he stepped forward and kicked each of them hard.

“You worthless pieces of trash. You thought you could marry my Olyria? Take a good look at yourselves. What the hell do you think you are?”

His voice turned cold and cutting. “Since you clearly don’t know, let me educate you. Olyria will be engaged to Rocco very soon. You two toads dreaming of swans? Not in this lifetime.”

After dealing with them, Uncle Lorenzo called the Morello family to take Nico back. As for Quentin, who had no family backing him, he was handed straight over to the police.

Even as they dragged him away, he kept shouting my name.

“Olyria! Olyria! Don’t get engaged to Rocco! You liked me, didn’t you? I’m the one you loved!”

I looked at him without a trace of emotion and told Rocco to wheel me away.

That single glance was enough to drain all the color from Quentin’s face.

He had imagined I might cry, might accuse him, might scream at him.

But he had never imagined this.

Indifference.

As if he no longer mattered to me at all.

And that was what broke him.

Uncle Lorenzo seemed pleased with my decisiveness. He kicked Quentin aside. “Go back to whatever hole you crawled out of. You’re free now. You can keep whoever you want, do whatever you want. No one’s going to stop you. Sounds great, doesn’t it?”

Quentin shook his head frantically. “No… no, that’s not it. I didn’t want that kind of freedom. I don’t want anyone else. I just… I just…”

He just wanted one person to belong only to him.

That thought had taken root the moment he first saw me. He had been planning it ever since.

After the engagement, it had only grown stronger.

“I wanted to create another ‘Olyria.’ Someone to take your place. Strip you of your identity, lock you

away, make it so your entire world was just me. I was so close… so close!”

He laughed, completely unhinged.

It was all Clara’s fault. That damn woman. If it weren’t for her, none of this would have fallen apart.

Even from a distance, I heard every word.

A chill ran through me.

“Disgusting.”

Rocco let out a low chuckle. “Don’t worry. Trash always finds its way back to the dumpster.”