A Real Queen Never Begs For Love

My birth family shoved me into a storage room to please their precious adopted daughter. They expected tears. I bought the $50M mansion next door—in thirty minutes. They thought I was a nobody they could crush.

Then my Mafia mother arrived: “We own your company’s largest debt.” They’d thrown away their real daughter. Too bad I was raised a Moretti. And a Moretti never begs for a place—she buys it.