The Real Mafia Heiress Chapter 11
Cornered by her classmates‘ furious accusations, Lilith lashed out like a wounded animal. “How dare any of you talk down to me?”
“If you hadn’t all been desperate to climb the social ladder of a mafia family, egging me on and cheering
every word I said, none of this would’ve spiraled this far!”
“When you thought I was the Moretti heir, you groveled so hard you would’ve kissed my shoes. Now that trouble’s hit, you all turn your backs and throw me under the bus?”
“Your pathetic, bootlicking nature makes it obvious you’re born to be lackeys for anyone with power. Not a single one of you gets to walk away from this scot–free!”
Lilith erupted into a screaming match with her former friends. City police had to physically separate them before they came to blows.
Once the shouting died down, the group tried to make excuses for themselves, each claiming they’d barely touched the wine and never laid a hand on me.
The officers pulled up the security camera footage from the countryside villa, and the crystal–clear recordings silenced all their denials. Stripped of their final excuses, each student was held financially accountable for their individual actions.
Lilith bore the largest share of liability. She’d instigated every cruel act: smashing my mother’s irreplaceable heirloom, leading the verbal abuse against me, and inciting the whole group to attack me.
Staring down the impossible compensation bill, Lilith had no recourse and turned to Mrs. Bennett in desperation. “Mom, this entire mess started because of you. You have to fix this for me!”
Mrs. Bennett hesitated for a long time, then lifted her head to me and whispered a desperate plea. “Miss, do
we really have to take things this far? I beg you think
of all the years I’ve cared for your family. Do me this kindness and drop all charges, please?”
I stared at her with icy detachment. “Do you truly believe you are owed any mercy?”
“Mrs. Bennett, the Moretti family has rewarded your
years of service with generous wages, yearly bonuses, and a comfortable life for you and your daughter. After everything you’ve done today, what goodwill do you imagine you still hold with me?”
Her face turned deathly pale; her lips twitched, yet no words escaped her.
I continued, my tone unwavering. “You are
terminated, effective immediately. The Moretti estate will never employ a servant who betrays their master.”
“Besides that–if you have energy left to beg leniency for others, you ought to focus on saving yourself first.”
With that, I turned and left without another glance.
Torres stayed behind with the family guards to wrap up all legal proceedings.
The once cocky crowd finally understood the weight of their crimes and sank into genuine terror. In the weeks that followed, everyone scrambled to scrape together their assigned compensation amounts.
Some students begged their parents and relatives for money, enduring harsh scoldings just to cover their share. Those who could not afford to pay faced full
criminal sentencing, forced to bear the legal consequences of their greed, vanity, and arrogance.
Mrs. Bennett was convicted on multiple charges: grand larceny, criminal mischief, and unlawful trespass onto
private property, receiving a three–year prison sentence. Lilith was sentenced to two years for aggravated
assault, willful destruction of valuable property, and orchestrating the group’s illegal break–in at the Moretti ancestral villa.
The Moretti family did not intervene to seek reduced sentences, nor did we submit any petitions for mercy on their behalf. This was far more than a simple misunderstanding–it was outright betrayal.
This brutal ordeal forged an unshakable truth within me: in this world, backing down and showing mercy does not guarantee others will treat you with respect in return. The more you tolerate someone’s misdeeds, the more they will push their luck. The softer your
heart, the more emboldened they become to trample over you.
Kindness must always carry a sharp edge. Otherwise, within the brutal rules of the mafia world, you will only be seen as weak prey, crushed little by little until nothing remains of you.