Just because I post one picture with my younger brother, Lucas Gambino, his girlfriend Betty Gotti decides I'm the other woman.

She rolls up to my place with her crew, live‑streaming the whole thing while they tear it apart.

"Look at this puttana trying to steal my man!" Betty shouts to the camera. "She's got the face to flirt, but not the spine to admit it! Give me ideas, chat—I'll teach her some respect."

Those psychos destroyed everything. My jewelry, my designer clothes, my bags… they didn't spare a thing. Not even the ring my parents left me.

Then, with the viewers egging her on, Betty crossed the line. She had her girls strip me bare on stream.

Her chat was going wild, donations pouring in—until my brother saw it.

When Lucas kicked in the door to pull me out, I looked at him through eyes that burned.

"Dump the girlfriend," I told him. "Or you can forget about ever being the Don."

As the Donna of an Iyvalian mafia, I'd barely touched down in Strallard when a livestream flashed across my screen.

A pack of barely-dressed girls were filming, phones in hand, voices shrill with fake outrage.

"We found the bitch—she lives right here!"

"That troia had the nerve to come after my best friend's man! We're dragging her out and giving her a public lesson!"

They panned the camera across the neighborhood.

I paused. Wasn't that my building?

"I heard only rich people live here," one sneered. "A bunch of mob bosses keep their goomahs in these apartments! Hit thirty thousand likes, and we'll bust down that home‑wrecker's door!"

More viewers flooded the stream, hyping up the unseen host.

I scowled. This kind of trashy spectacle wasn't my business. I was about to close the app when the host finally turned the camera on herself.

I went still.

Was that… Betty Gotti? Lucas's girl?

My brother Lucas had picked me up from the airport bursting to show me photos of her. He'd begged me to meet her before I flew back to Iyvaly.

Our parents were taken out in gang crossfire when Lucas was just one. Five years ago, I left for Iyvaly to take over the family business, leaving him here alone.

Hearing he'd found someone had actually made me happy.

He couldn't stop talking about her—how sweet she was, called her an angel. So why the hell would he cheat?

On stream, Betty was sobbing to her audience.

"We were so in love—we were going to get married! But this home‑wrecker texts him every day, trying to lure him away. She even threatened me—said if I didn't leave him, she'd ruin everything!"

"My boyfriend comes from a good family. I kept quiet for his sake. But she won't stop! These side pieces will do anything for money!"

Her voice trembled, tears flowing. Anyone would feel for her.

Even I did. Furious, I killed the stream and called my brother.

"Lucas! When my accountant said you blew over a million on your card, I didn't want to believe it! But you really are funding some mistress!"

Lucas sounded lost. "What? No. Betty has my card. I haven't bought anything for anyone else."

"Still lying? Betty's confronting the other woman right now! Let me tell you—she's a good woman. She protected your name and got threatened over your dirt!"

"The Gambino family doesn't raise cheats. You cut that woman off and treat Betty right, or I'll break your legs myself and ban you from the family for good!"

I hung up before he could answer.

My doorbell rang.

The second I opened it, a rush of girls shoved inside. The force knocked me down, and before I could move, phone cameras were jammed in my face.

"Everyone, look! This is the mistress who went after my best friend's man!"

"A slut living in a place this nice just by sleeping around—how should we teach her a lesson?"

I looked up, stunned.

Weren't these the girls from the stream? Why were they coming for me?

"No—you've got it wrong, I'm not—"

Before I could finish, Betty—leading the pack—cracked me across the face.

"You motherless whore! Who gave you the right to touch my man?!"

Betty's slap made my head ring.

The pack she'd brought with her closed in, hurling insults nonstop.

"You filthy bitch! Bottom-feeding trash! Too lazy to work, so you open your legs instead?"

"That's right! You think you can steal my best friend's man and walk away? We're fixing that today!"

Neighbors from the surrounding villas heard the noise and gathered outside, hungry for a show.

I tried to reason with her. "You're Betty, right? You've made a mistake. I'm not the woman you're looking for."

I remembered Lucas calling her gentle—his true love. Maybe something set her off, made her jump to conclusions. For his sake, I swallowed my rage and kept my tone even.

But it only made her bolder.

"You've got the nerve to fuck a taken man, but not the spine to own it?" she shrieked. "I saw the cozy picture you posted with my boyfriend!"

Then it clicked.

The "other woman" she was screaming about… was me.

All over one photo with my own brother after years apart.

I stared at her, cold. "You're mistaken. I'm Lucas's sister. Not some side piece. Do your homework next time."

Betty looked me up and down like I was dirt.

"Sister? Don't make me laugh. Lucas's sister is a Donna. She's powerful, connected, and untouchable. You think you can compare? Trash like you survives on its back."

I decided to take that as a compliment on my looks. Otherwise, I'd have already ended her.

But none of her story was true. I never threatened her, never contacted her. It was clear she wasn't the sweet angel Lucas believed.

My voice turned to ice. "If you don't believe me, call Lucas. Ask him yourself."

I didn't expect those calm words to push her over the edge.

"You worthless slut! Who are you to tell me to call my own man?!"

Her eyes landed on the expensive necklace around my neck, and something vicious lit up her face.

"I get it now. You knew Lucas comes from money—that he's the heir—so you spread your legs for the gifts."

She ripped the necklace off and shouted to her pack, "Girls! Destroy everything this whore got from selling herself!"

Then, Betty lost it. Her friends split—some holding me down, others tearing through my home, smashing whatever they saw.

"Chat! Give us ideas and hit like! Whatever you want broken, we break it!"

The livestream blew up. Comments flooded, donations rolling in.

Drunk on the chaos, Betty and her crew went feral.

Jewelry, vases, antiques—shattered.

My couture, my bags—slashed to ribbons.

I watched my home being destroyed, and regret twisted like a knife in my gut.

All because of one foolish choice before coming home—I'd left my soldati behind to keep a low profile.

I glared at the pack of hyenas tearing through my life.

"I don't care who you think I am. Breaking in, destroying my property—you have no idea what you've just started."

Betty let out a cold, sharp laugh and hit me again.

"Still putting on airs? Let me spell it out for you—I am the future Donna of the Gambino family! My man's sister is handing him the whole organization! I can crush a bottom-feeding whore like you whenever I want!"

"Betty—"

Before she could finish, one of her girls came rushing out of my bedroom, her face pale.

"Betty! Look what we found in her drawer!"

She was holding a ring.

My ring.

The family ring passed down from my parents—the symbol of the head of the Gambino family.

The moment Betty saw it, all the blood drained from her face.

"The Gambino ring?" Betty stared at it, her hands starting to shake. Then, just as quick, her face hardened back into pure spite.

"You scheming bitch! What did you do to make my fiancé give you the family's heirloom?!"

She raised her hand, ready to slam it against the marble floor.

"Don't you dare!"

That ring was the last thing my father ever placed in my palm. With Lucas too young, I took the reins of the family first. This ring was meant to be passed on to the future Donna, once my brother came of age.

No one—absolutely no one—was allowed to destroy the last piece of my parents.

I shoved the girls off me, surging forward to stop her.

Betty just arched a brow, a cruel smirk twisting her lips.

"Oh, you want it? Then I'm definitely breaking it."

She hurled the ring to the floor and brought her heel down with all her weight.

A sickening crack echoed through the room. The band snapped. The stone split clean in two.

"NO!"

My vision went red. I watched her stare at the wreckage with triumph, and something inside me shattered.

"That is the Gambino family ring! Do you have any idea what Lucas will do to you?!"

Betty laughed right in my face.

"You're pathetic. You think just because Lucas gave you some trinket, it means anything? He's obsessed with me. You're just his distraction.

"I could put a bullet in you, and he'd still choose me. Besides, that ring should have been mine all along. If I want to break it, I break it."

"You vicious cagna!" My control snapped. My hand shot out and cracked across her cheek.

"You dared to hit me?!" Clutching her face in shock, Betty screamed to her pack, "Tie this whore up!"

Before I could move, they had me from behind, my wrists bound. Their fists and kicks landed without mercy. I felt the bruises bloom across my skin.

As I writhed on the floor, Betty turned to her livestream, her voice trembling with fake tears.

"Everyone, look at this mistress! I'm the one who's been wronged, and she attacks me! Someone needs to teach her a lesson!"

The chat exploded, a waterfall of support for Betty. Her followers skyrocketed. Donations chimed nonstop.

Reading the flood of comments, Betty's eyes lit up.

"A ten-thousand-dollar superchat!"

She looked down at my bruised, bound body and grinned, all malice.

"You wanna see this slut with nothing on?"

"Girls—strip her."

I fought like a wild thing, but they were too many. They tore at my clothes until I was down to my underwear.

"One million likes, and we finish the job! Only a hundred thousand to go!"

Betty shoved her phone in my face, forcing me to watch the likes climb.

"One hundred thousand… ninety… eighty-two… Not bad, puttana. You really pull the viewers."

In the blur of the chat, one username flashed: LucasGambino.

"Betty, have you lost your mind?! That's my SISTER! LET HER GO!"

But his message vanished, swallowed instantly by the scrolling chaos. Betty never saw it, her eyes glued to the like counter.

When it finally ticked past one million, the stream went insane.

Betty's smile was a slash of victory. She grabbed my chin, forcing my head up.

"This is what happens when you touch what's mine. After your big debut, enjoy your new life in the gutter."

One of her friends lifted a pair of shears, the cold blade sliding under my bra strap.

I shut my eyes.

BOOM!

The front door exploded inward, splintering off its hinges.

"BITCH! GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER!"

My brother, Lucas, stormed into the wreckage of my home.