LOGINOn the streets of Milan, our nanny, Fiona, livestreamed my son’s limited-edition sneakers. A few days later, she shockingly transformed into my son’s stepmother. I overheard Anthony telling Fiona, “Once Francesca signs the divorce papers, all her assets will be ours.” Anthony was the man I had loved for ten years and had defied my family to marry. I took a step back, pretending to break down in tears, trembling as I told him I would give him anything as long as he didn’t go through with the divorce. What they didn’t know was that I had just dialed the number I hadn’t called in ten years. In a low voice, I said, “Father, the game is over. Your heiress, the principessa, is coming home.”
View More“Are we there?” I asked the driver
“No Ma’am, I’m sorry your husband must be waiting for you.” He apologized. I shook my head and put the bill on the car seat and went out. Fuck this, I’m running to our location. I heard the driver shouted for my change, but I didn’t mind him.
I ran through the highway and I can already hear their cheers and some even congratulated me! They fucking thought I’m a bride that is late for her wedding. What the hell...
“I’m here! I’m sorry, I’m late!” I opened the big double doors. Wait...
Why are there many extras? Where is Caleb? Why is there a priest in front?
My eyes widened upon realizing something. Oh shit Nola this is fucking embarrassing. Wrong location! Retreat!
This is a real wedding!
I waved my hands awkwardly and was about to go out when the woman dragged me and fixed my hair. “Ma’am, you’re late! Mr. Higgins is already mad, they thought you were not going to show up!” the woman whom I guess is the wedding organizer.
How can a wedding organizer not recognize the bride? “It’s your turn to walk ma’am...” she said and pushed me towards the aisle. I have no choice but to walk, maybe the groom will realize that I am not his bride.
But I was wrong.
He didn’t recognize his bride!
Seriously? What’s wrong with this wedding? Even the guests didn’t recognize me. Is this some kind of blind wedding? I didn’t know it is still relevant these days.
“Uh... I think you got the wrong bride.” I whispered to the man at the end of the aisle.
His brows furrowed “Well lucky you, you’ll get married today.” And he dragged me towards the priest.
The air was still for a few seconds.Then, a few of the parents finally reacted.“So Francesca was the real heiress all along! No wonder she carries herself like that.”“My god! So that ring was actually stolen?!”“Ha! Turns out he’s just a pathetic freeloader.”“What a pity. If Fiona hadn’t been recorded running her mouth, he might’ve actually walked away with half the assets.”With a loud thud, Anthony dropped to his knees and crawled to my feet like a dog.“Honey, I was wrong! If she hadn’t seduced me, I would never have betrayed you!”Clutching my calf, his voice trembled with sobs as he said, “Give me one more chance. Let’s remarry. I swear I’ll change. I’ll listen to you in everything!”I looked down at him coldly and kicked him away.“Sorry. You don’t get that chance.”Then, I poured the entire cup of coffee over his head.The liquid ran down his face, making him look ridiculous.My voice was flat as I continued, “I’m so disappointed in you. Now you can experience w
Just as Fiona was facing the camera, about to fantasize aloud about how she’d arrange her future dozens of Hermès bags…Three figures boarded the yacht silently.Caught completely off guard, Fiona jumped in fright, and her phone nearly flew out of her hand.The man in front wore a perfectly tailored black suit. His hair was immaculate, and he had a stoic expression.It was Alessandro, the family consigliere, sent by my father.Two equally cold-faced men followed behind him.Alessandro walked straight up to me and bowed respectfully.“Principessa.”A flicker of unease and confusion crossed Anthony and Fiona’s faces.The livestream comments erupted with speculation.[Principessa?][Is Francesca…?]One of the parents seemed to recall something. “Could she be from a mafia family?!”I nodded slightly at Alessandro. “You may begin.”With that, sound played from Alessandro’s phone.“…I stayed with him all night. He was completely taken with me.”“We often got together while yo
I didn’t spare them another glance before turning and leaving.Once inside my car, I dialed a number I hadn’t called in years, but knew by heart.The line connected. A familiar, deep voice answered. “My principessa.”“Father…” My throat tightened. “I want to return to the family.”…Thirty minutes later, outside City Hall.I leaned against my car, waiting.Soon, a Ferrari pulled up.Fiona was practically hanging off Anthony’s arm as they walked over, glowing with pride.When she saw me, the smugness in her eyes nearly overflowed. She lifted her chin on purpose, like a peacock that had just won a fight.“Oh? You came personally to welcome us? How thoughtful of you, Francesca.”I said nothing, only tilting my chin toward the entrance to signal them to go inside.I watched expressionlessly as the clerk went through the formalities.“Stamp.”“Stamp.”Two seals fell one after another.One landed on my divorce certificate, the other on their marriage license.Fiona immediate
All eyes snapped toward me, then, in unison, toward Fiona.Fiona was the first to react.Covering her face, she rushed toward Anthony, crying.“Honey! Honey, you’re finally here!”She threw herself into Anthony’s arms, sobbing dramatically.“She bullied me! She cursed at me and even hit me! Sobs…” Fiona pointed at me, her eyes blinking smugly.In the livestream, the comments instantly exploded.[CEO saves the day!][Watch the gold-digger get slapped in the face!]Nearby parents began whispering among themselves.“See? The real one showed up to back her.”“This woman really brought it on herself.”“Young people these days will do anything for money.”Anthony’s gaze lifted over Fiona’s head, cutting through the noisy crowd to land squarely on me.I raised my brow, clearly catching the flicker of panic in his eyes.Fiona was still wriggling in his arms, like a dog reunited with its owner.Finally, Anthony moved.He lifted his hand.Fiona closed her eyes, her face full of
For a moment, I thought my hearing had failed.In front of a field full of parents, teachers, and elementary school students, Fiona was actually shouting about becoming my son’s stepmother?I finally snapped.I didn’t care about the livestream anymore and swung my hand out before I could stop mys
[We did nothing wrong. Why should we apologize?]After replying, I angrily shut off my phone.When my husband, Anthony, came home and learned about what happened, his expression darkened.He yanked at his tie irritably. “It was just a pair of shoes. Why did it blow up like this? Where does that l
“Fiona, stop making things up,” I said, forcing down my anger.Only then did I finally understand that this whole livestream spectacle had been staged for this very purpose.“We’re practically family. There’s no need to be so formal between us,” Fiona said, blinking her sly eyes.“After all, we k
When the final school bell rang, my son, Leo, came hopping out of his elementary school in Milan.The sneakers on his feet, one of only a hundred pairs released worldwide, glinted brilliantly under the afternoon sun.I stepped out of my Maybach to greet him.Parents nearby all turned to look at u






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