Left the Don, Became Real Principessa

I spent five years helping my boyfriend Marco rise to the position of Don.

I nearly died countless times, but I didn't care; I loved him.

He used to look at me tenderly and promised to propose to me publicly at his Don succession ceremony.

But on that very day, he held the hand of another Mafia Principessa Sophia Romano and announced their engagement.

To completely get rid of me, Sophia pulled a stack of photos from her bag and slammed them into my face.

"See for yourself! She's been sleeping around to get intel!"

In the picture, I was leaning into a man's arms.

I tried to explain, but Marco interrupted me. "I always knew you were lowborn, but I didn't realize you were this cheap."

"Get out!" Marco pointed at the door. "Elena, you are exiled from the family. Never let me see you again."

I finally saw this man for who he truly was.

He was completely subservient to me when he needed my help to seize territory, but after becoming the Godfather, he needed a more distinguished Donna, and therefore no longer needed me.

I sneered; they had no idea that the man in the picture was my brother, the Don of the most powerful Corleone family.

Sophia’s family was nothing compared to the Corleone family.

I stopped arguing and simply turned and left.

But when my true identity was finally exposed, he crawled back to me, weeping and begging for my forgiveness.

Tonight was the night Marco took over as the Don. It was also the night he promised to announce me as his Underboss and his fiancée.

Many important figures from the underworld attended. Marco dressed formally but looked nervous. He kept glancing at the entrance, waiting for someone.

I walked over, intending to fix his tie.

Marco impatiently dodged my hand.

"Don't touch me," he snapped. "There are VIPs coming. Don't embarrass me."

I was stunned. He had never been rough with me before. I assumed it was just nerves.

I tried to return to my seat, but I was told the chair next to the Don didn't belong to me.

Just then, the doors swung open.

Sophia, the principessa of the Romano family, walked in. She wasn't even on the guest list.

Yet, Marco eagerly rushed over and welcomed her to the seat beside him.

The soldatos below started whispering.

I frowned and approached Marco. "What the hell is this?"

Before Marco could speak, Sophia answered.

"Elena, didn't you know?" Sophia smiled at me. "Marco said he's announcing me as the new madre of the house tonight."

I looked at Marco.

He wouldn't meet my eyes.

Instead, he spoke into the microphone.

"Everyone, let me introduce Miss Sophia Romano. She is the sole heir to the Romano family and my future wife."

The crowd exploded.

" The Romanos? That's old New York royalty!"

"They're broke, but the bloodline is pure."

I understood.

Marco wanted her name; Sophia wanted his money.

"So," I