"Victoria, you know you’re my sister. Of course, I want you here.” He reached for my shoulder, his grip firm and cool. “If you need a place to stay… Well, we’ll figure something out.” His eyes, cold and calculating, betrayed him.
Relief almost crept into my heart. "Fine! For a while, I'll stay," I replied.
At that moment, Celestia, his wife, turned towards me, her tone venomous. “ Victoria? Have you lost it? How can you even think of staying here?"
She glared at me, her eyes filled with disdain.
Then I clenched my jaw, fighting the humiliation that clawed at me, but her words struck deep. “This is still my house, Celestia. Can’t I stay for a few days?”
When Celestia heard those words, her lips adorned with a mocking smile. At that moment, I shredded the last ounce of my patience.
“Your home? This house belongs to Luca now. You don’t have a right to stay here, Victoria. You were a Mafia princess but not now. The two years of your prison made you undeserving, and honestly…” She leaned in, her voice cold as ice. “We don’t want you here.”
My gaze snapped back to Luca, hoping he’d defend me, but he looked away. He was tapping his fingers on the gun at his waist and kept silent.