Who Is the Real Mafia Principessa Chapter 10

Who Is the Real Mafia Principessa Chapter 10

After that day, they never dared speak their fake, sweet words to me again.

To keep me calm, the doctors injected me with sedatives every day. I lay in bed dazed and foggy, unable to tell day from night.

Then one day, the doctors never came.

By midnight, my strength had returned. I could move my arms and legs freely, and my mind was unusually clear.

Giancarlo was right about one thing. I’d learned a few things in prison.

I pulled a thin wire hidden in the curtain track and picked the lock from memory.

Slipping past all the cameras, I quietly climbed the stairs and pushed open the rusted iron door to the rooftop.

The night wind hit hard, blowing straight at me.

Then a familiar, mocking laugh came from behind.

I turned. Elowen was standing there. Her arm was bandaged too, but her eyes held a twisted, pleased sneer.

“Althea, you really are crazy, aren’t you?”

She stepped closer, her voice floating in the wind. “You’ll even kill yourself just to get Mom and Dad’s attention. But what good does it do?”

She held up her wrapped hand like it was some kind of trophy.

“You’re their real daughter—so what? They still lied to you for twenty years, all for me.”

I stood there, and suddenly everything made sense.

She was the reason I’d gotten out so easily.

But her words didn’t hurt me anymore. A twisted excitement burned in my chest instead.

I laughed.

“Guess if I’m crazy.”

Before she could react, I grabbed her arm and yanked her toward the edge. The wind swallowed her scream. Her smile froze, replaced by real, raw fear.

“What are you doing?! Let go of me!”

I gripped the back of her neck, fingers digging into her bandage, and leaned close to her pale face, smiling.

“What’s wrong? Didn’t you want to atone for me? Didn’t you keep saying you’d die in my place?”

Her scream finally cut through the night.

They arrived impossibly fast. Too fast to be a coincidence.

I glanced at the nearly convulsing Elowen, a quick understanding flashing in my eyes. I chuckled.

I see.

Mrs. Moretti, Giancarlo, and Rafael all rushed up. Elowen trembled violently, tears and snot running down her face, screaming at the top of her lungs.

“Mom! Dad! Rafael! …She’s gonna kill me! She’s gonna kill me! I don’t wanna die! I don’t wanna die!”

Mrs. Moretti screamed and collapsed to the ground. Giancarlo went pale but stood stiff. Rafael stepped forward, then froze, his voice shaking badly.

“Althea… please, don’t do this… let’s talk, okay? Please…”

I looked at them, and the whole scene felt absurdly funny.

“You think,” I said slowly, “I want her dead?”

The wind blew my hair, taking the last warmth from my voice.

“No.”

“I want you dead more.”

“But I’m tired of waiting.”

“So—”

With that, I lifted my foot and kicked her hard in the waist.

She didn’t fall over the edge. She screamed and tumbled backward onto the rooftop, a dark yellow stain spreading through her white dress. At the same time, Giancarlo and Mrs. Moretti threw themselves at her, holding her tight, eyes wild with relief.

Then I stepped back and fell backward into the empty air.

Before I dropped, I smiled at them one last time.

“Goodbye forever.”

The wind howled, swallowing all their screams and cries and pleas.

Falling felt long, yet weightless.

When I opened my eyes again, I was floating. According to the spirits of the afterlife, my soul had to stay on earth for seven more days.

So I watched, quietly.

I watched them throw themselves over my broken body, crying until they passed out.

I watched Mrs. Moretti pull a hidden knife at my grave and stab herself in the heart without hesitation.

I watched Giancarlo break completely overnight, lying in a hospital bed before pulling out his own oxygen tube.

I watched the insane Elowen get locked away in a psychiatric hospital by Rafael, curling in the corner all day, cooing at thin air, calling for Mom and Dad, then for Rafael.

I watched Rafael handle all the funerals, go home, and walk slowly into the deep end of the pool.

As the water covered his head, he lifted his pale face to the empty sky and whispered.

“Wait for me, Althea.”

“We’re coming.”

I smiled.

Then I turned and walked into the warm, bright light.

I never want to see any of you again.