They Shaved My Head on My Wedding Night, and My Donna Mother-in-Law Went on a Rampage Chapter 06

They Shaved My Head on My Wedding Night, and My Donna Mother-in-Law Went on a Rampage Chapter 06

The police arrived quickly, along with the hotel’s on-call medic.

Serafina had someone drape a coat around my shoulders and turn up the heat in the suite. Then she

sat beside me, her hands perfectly steady.

“Where does your scalp hurt the most?”

I pointed to the back of my head and the skin behind my ears.

She examined the area, and her voice dropped immediately.

“The skin is broken.”

Matteo stood nearby, his face deathly pale.

He tried to approach me, but one look from Serafina stopped him.

“Stay where you are and wait for the police to question you.”

Matteo lowered his voice.

“Mom, I want to be with Alessia.”

“Where were you when she needed you?”

Matteo had no answer.

When the officers began taking statements, Ginevra was still crying.

“It was just a prank. Matteo and I have played pranks on each other since we were kids. He knows that. I didn’t expect Alessia to react like this.”

Serafina sat on the sofa and questioned her in a cold, controlled voice.

“Did Alessia consent to having her hair cut?”

Ginevra bit her lip and said nothing.

“Was she awake?”

“No.”

“Did you know the antihistamine had made her drowsy?”

organizing a group to humiliate her.”

“Which part of that isn’t serious?”

Ivy tried to interrupt.

“Donna, the footage hasn’t been shared. We can have all the bridesmaids delete it.”

Serafina raised her eyes.

“How do you know it hasn’t been shared?”

Ivy froze.

Serafina addressed the Vitale soldiers.

“Have everyone preserve everything on their phones and show the officers what they recorded. Anyone who refuses can explain what they’re hiding.”

Beatrice shrieked.

“Why should I hand over my phone? It contains private information!”

Serafina looked at her and suddenly smiled.

“You didn’t care much about privacy when you were recording my daughter-in-law at her most

vulnerable.”

“But now that it’s your privacy, suddenly it matters?”

Beatrice’s face flushed crimson.

The officers asked her to unlock her phone. After dragging her feet, she finally opened her photo gallery.

The gallery contained screenshots from a group chat, including several messages from Ginevra:

[She’s definitely going to cry when she wakes up.]

[She loves that hair more than anything.]

[We’ll make her wear a wig tomorrow. Let’s see her keep acting like a princess after that.]

Several people had replied beneath them.

[Ginevra, you’re savage. Certified homewrecker.]

[The Vitale heir will still take your side. Guaranteed.]

[So what if you shaved her head? She’d never have the nerve to call off the wedding.]

My stomach churned as I read the messages.

Matteo saw them too. His face turned ashen before all the strength seemed to drain from his body.

He’d apparently never imagined that the girl he’d grown up with could be this malicious.

“Ginevra.”

His voice was painfully hoarse.

“You planned this all along?”

Ginevra refused to meet his eyes.

“No… They were only joking.”

Serafina rose and walked over to her.

“You love jokes, don’t you? Then here’s one for you.”

She took a business card from Don Ettore and tossed it onto the table.

“My legal team will be here at nine tomorrow morning. Delete a single file tonight, and I’ll make sure evidence tampering gets added to the list.”

Ginevra stared at her, stunned. Ivy looked equally shaken.

One of the officers studied Serafina’s face as if he had finally recognized her.

“Are you Serafina Vitale, the trial attorney who never lost a case?”