The Mafia Princessa Takes No Shit

At twenty, my birth parents brought me home, then stuck me in a storage room. My adoptive sister burst into tears, insisting she’d give up her bedroom for me. But my mother shot me a furious glare. "How dare you try to take her room? You’re so shameless!" I ignored her, covered my nose with a silk handkerchief, and turned to the butler. "How much is this house worth?" “Two hundred million dollars.” I smiled and texted my adoptive father. “Dad, this place is disgusting. Buy me the mansion ne