All Chapters of The Mafia Heiress's Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Looking at the smile on Lucas’s face, I knew he and Chloe weren't joking.I immediately snatched my hand out of his grip.Lucas felt my sudden pull and looked down at me. "What’s wrong, Irina? Are you too tired?"He unbuttoned his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders.Chloe swirled her wine glass across the table and taunted him in Italian. "Look at her face flushing. If she knew we tried every single corner of your future bridal suite last night, do you think she’d cry her eyes out?"Lucas paused. For a split second, a flicker of guilt flashed in his eyes as he looked at me. But he turned back and answered Chloe in Italian anyway."She’ll get used to it eventually," he said smoothly. "The future Don of a rising family isn't meant to have only one woman."The guys in the booth who understood Italian burst into even louder laughter.So that was how he truly saw things.Over the past three years, as the Vance family’s power skyrocketed, plenty of underworld associates had tried to

Leaving the hospital with my knees heavily bandaged, every step felt like glass scraping against bone. Yet, I dragged myself back to our grand penthouse.I needed to pack my belongings and sever all ties with Lucas Vance once and for all.When I pushed the door open, Chloe was standing in the marble foyer, wearing nothing but Lucas’s oversized white dress shirt, her long legs completely bare.Holding a glass of water, she acted slightly sheepish. "Don't overthink this, Irina. A pipe burst at my place, so Lucas said I could stay here for a few days."Lucas walked out of the kitchen with two glasses of warm milk. When he saw me standing by the door, he just offered that familiar, gentle smile he always used whenever he wanted to smooth things over."You're back, Irina," he said softly, walking over as if nothing was wrong. "Chloe's place had a leak, so I told her she could stay with us for a few days."Chloe turned and sauntered into the living room, throwing herself comfortably onto the

A suffocating silence fell over the grand ballroom.The arrogant triumph on Lucas’s face shattered, his eyes widening in raw, violent disbelief. Beside him, Chloe went entirely still, her hand trembling so hard that her champagne glass slipped from her fingers, shattering against the marble.Before the two Vance guards could even register what was happening, my father’s enforcers moved like shadows.CRACK.Sickening snaps echoed through the hush as the guards' wrists were broken without hesitation, their bodies slammed onto the cold floor.My father strode forward, his tailored coat billowing with every dark, heavy step. His touch was light and careful as he helped me up, but when he turned to face the crowd, his gaze burned with terrifying fury."Allow me to introduce my daughter—Irina Moretti. The sole heiress to the Moretti empire, and the only person with the supreme authority to sign this alliance tonight."The room erupted into shocked, frantic murmurs.Every trace of color drain

It took three days for Chloe’s world to burn to ashes.Lucas didn't just strip her of every endorsement and contract; he dragged her filthy secrets right into the burning light. High-res photos of her in hotel beds with married mafia bosses and receipts of her illegal kickbacks were pinned to every major headline.By noon, her agency kicked her to the curb. Chloe was blacklisted, disgraced, and utterly ruined.Desperate and sobbing, she sprinted to Vance Tower, screaming for Lucas. But the security guards didn't even let her foot cross the lobby. They hauled her up and tossed her out into the rain like a piece of absolute trash.That night, Chloe threw herself in front of Lucas’s oncoming Maybach in the underground garage.The second he stepped out, she wrapped her arms around his leg like a dying leech."Lucas... please! You can't do this to me!" she sobbed, clutching his wet trousers. "We were in love. All those wild nights in the back of this very car, how can you let it go? I love

Lucas believed he could rebuild. He thought that as long as he carried the Vance name, he could rise from the ashes.He was dead wrong.The moment the Moretti Syndicate cut ties with the Vance family, his empire collapsed like a house of cards.Without the Moretti name backing him, his allies vanished, his shipments were seized, and every bank frozen his accounts.It was only then the suffocating truth crushed him.The grand legacy, the effortlessly signed billionaire contracts, the dangerous underworld respect he had flaunted so arrogance, none of it belonged to him. It was all because of me. He was nothing without me.Within a month, the Vance Group filed for bankruptcy. His cars, penthouses, and assets were auctioned off.Then, his enemies came collecting.During his days of unearned glory, Lucas had stepped on countless bodies, protected only by the untouchable fear of the Moretti crest. But now, without me and his business ruined, his old enemies smelled blood.Living in a damp,