Mafia Princess’s Forever Loyalty

Ten years ago, Elena, my best friend and my foster brother Alexander's fiancée, was tortured to death, every bone in her body crushed.

I was the only witness, yet I chose to cover for the sadistic murderer.

From that day on, I became the Family's greatest traitor.

I accepted a ten-year prison sentence and bit off half my tongue just to keep that secret buried.

Now, Alexander has returned as the most ruthless Don in Sicily. He dragged me out of my cell and strapped me into the memory extraction chair—a machine known to turn traitors into vegetables.

As high-voltage currents tore through my brain, Alexander stared at me with eyes full of hatred and roared, "I will cut open your brain to find the bastard you’re protecting, and then I’ll send you both to hell!"

But when the true killer's face finally appeared on the big screen, Alexander went mad.

Ten years ago, Elena was tortured to death; every bone in her body was crushed, leaving no piece of her flesh intact.

She was my best friend and the fiancée of my foster brother, Alexander, yet I covered for the sadistic murderer.

Alexander personally sent me to court for interrogation, but I chose to plead guilty and enter a maximum-security prison rather than speak the killer's name.

In prison, the people sent by the Family took turns torturing me to force me to speak. To keep the secret, I bit off half my tongue.

Ten years later, I was in the terminal stages of cancer, lingering on my last breath in prison. Alexander, having firmly secured his position as the Don, stormed into the prison hospital.

The first thing he did after dragging me back to Sicily was strap me into the memory extraction chair reserved for interrogating traitors.

"Ivy, you ungrateful wretch! I never should have picked you out of that orphanage!"

"I treated you like a sister, made you the Family's most cherished Princess, and Elena treated you like her own blood. Yet you colluded with outsiders to kill her!"

"Today, I’m going to cut your brain open with this machine and see who that bastard is—the one you protected by sitting in jail for ten years and biting off your own tongue!"

But when the real killer's face appeared on the big screen, the cigar in Alexander’s hand trembled and fell to the floor, his face instantly turning pale as a sheet.

...

Alexander made a massive spectacle of my trial.

The entire underground torture chamber was packed with Mafiosi; not even a fly could escape.

Several precision instruments were set up, with a massive projection screen facing everyone.

Suffering from multiple organ failure and with only half a breath left, I was dragged onto the high platform like a dead dog.

A burly man lunged forward, choking me violently as he roared:

"Ivy, why are you protecting the killer?!"

"You animal! Elena died so miserably; her ghost won't let you rest! Why don't you just