When I reached there, I heard the whispering of voices. All of them were familiar yet cold, echoing through the front door.
My hand froze on the handle as I recognized Celestia—Luca’s wife—and my stepmother, Gracia's voice.
"Why is she returning home?" Celestia’s voice was cold, almost panicked. “Of all days, she had to get out today. I had something important to deal with."
Within seconds, my stepmother, Gracia's reply came. “It’s for the best. Don't worry, she won't be here for long. Now with records like her, she’ll even struggle to find a job. Nobody is going to accept her as a Mafia princess."
When I heard their icy words, it felt like a knife pierced my heart. My mother, who had died protecting this family’s legacy, had been replaced by a woman who was treating me as nothing more than a hindrance.
And my father… he would have killed Gracia if he would have been alive.
Meanwhile, Celestia’s voice turned more aggressive.“I’m not living with an ex-con. Let her fight for herself—she’s not my family."
My blood ran cold. The people who I thought would welcome me back were already conspiring to get rid of me.