My Mafia Boss Let His Family Accuse Me of Stealing—So I Left His Ring on the Table and Walked Away

Silence hung heavy over the grand dining room.

The nine captains stood around the mahogany table, their heads lowered, unable to meet Dante’s terrifying glare.

Aunt Sophia sat in her chair, weeping softly into her handkerchief, utterly humiliated by her own gullibility.

Uncle Sal stood leaning on his cane, looking older and more tired than he ever had in his life. He walked slowly around the table, stopping three feet in front of Isabella.

The old, ruthless enforcer bowed his silver head deeply to her.

"Miss Rossi," Sal rasped out, his voice thick with genuine remorse. "I sent an enforcer to your door today. I called you a thief. I was blind, and I acted like an old fool."

He looked up, his scarred face filled with absolute sincerity.

"On behalf of the Moretti family," Sal said loudly, so every captain in the room could hear, "I ask for your forgiveness. This house owes you a debt that can never be fully repaid."

Isabella looked at the silver-haired man who had almost ordered her execution four hours ago.

"I don't care about your debts, Salvatore," Isabella said calmly, her voice carrying a regal dignity that made every captain look at her with newfound respect. "I care about the truth. And now everyone in this room knows it."

She turned her gaze to Aunt Sophia.

Sophia looked up, her face red with embarrassment. "Isabella... I... I am so sorry for what I said about your bag..."

"Save your tears, Sophia," Isabella said softly. "Next time you lose your jewelry, check your nephew's hands before you blame the woman standing beside your Don."

With that, Isabella turned on her heel and walked out of the grand dining room, her heels clicking steadily against the marble floorboards.

Dante looked at his captains, his gray eyes flashing with absolute authority.