My Daughter-in-Law Nearly Took My Life

Before Elizabeth could respond, a hand landed on her face. The sudden slap ruined Elizabeth's meticulously applied makeup and left her in a daze and pain.

Before she could react, Isabella grabbed her wrist with rough hands and asked, "You think you can just come and seduce Isabella Moretti's fiance?"

"Listen to me…" Elizabeth started but Isabella stopped her.

"Do you know who my father is? She paused. "The second most powerful mafia of this country!"

"Isabella…" Elizabeth tried to speak but Isabella pulled the end of her hair and yanked her back.

"Shut up!" Isabella shouted and gestured to her girlfriends. "I will make sure that you won't seduce another man. Girls, show her what happens when somebody crosses me."

Seeing that, Elizabeth was bruised and shocked, lying on the floor of the beauty salon. Her face stung from the earlier slap.

But that physical pain was nothing in front of the humiliation that she was feeling at that moment.

She, Elizabeth Bianchi, the mother of Alessandro Bianchi, the head of the Bianchi Mafia Family was being treated like a common whore.

"Even at this age, she is quite adventurous. Seducing other men and doing such shameless things."

"Those innocent eyes are just a facade."

Women who were witnessing the whole scene started whispering those insults. Tears threatened to fall from the edge of her eyes.

She took a deep breath and opened her mouth but Isabella's friends stepped in and pushed her down again.

The constant blows in her stomach knocked the air out of her lungs. She took a deep and long breath. While gasping for air, her body curled in on itself. Afterwards, more blows and slaps were aimed at her.

"Whore," Isabella snapped, standing over there with a victory smile. "You thought you could sleep around my fiance. And then I would let you go so easily."

At that moment, Elizabeth's vision blurred, not from the pain but from disbelief.

How had things turned into this? She came to Rome to help her son to help him bring peace between two warring Mafia families. Now how did she end up in the hands of a jealous woman who wanted nothing but her blood?

"Isabella, there's a misunderstanding. I am not …"

Within seconds, Isabella pressed her shoes on Elizabeth's chest, stopping her. "Misunderstood? I don't want to listen to your lies." She shouted.

"Do you think I'm stupid? I can see through your pathetic games. You are just another whore trying to climb onto his bed."

Elizabeth winced as Isabella pushed her heels onto her ribs. The pain was unbearable but she kept her eyes open as she didn't want to give satisfaction to Isabella.

"You're nobody," Isabella whispered. "Once I am done, even Alessandro will know that it's only me who is worthy of his name."

Elizabeth's heart skipped a beat. A group of women surrounded her. She was terrified as they weren't content with beating her. They wanted to humiliate her, to break her completely.

The world of Mafia families was ruthless, but there was an unspoken rule. You are never allowed to disrespect the mother of a Mafia Boss.

However, even being a daughter of the Mafia Family, Isabella and her friends broke that cardinal rule.

"Rip her dress off," one of her friends said. "Let's show everyone what kind of woman she is."

The laughter and encouragement filled the air. It was chilling. Elizabeth tried to normalize her breath.

The next moment, they grabbed her dress and started tearing the delicate fabric. In no time, the dress which she got specifically designed for her son's engagement banquet ripped off.

Her skin was exposed to the unforgiving stares of the people present there. Instinctively her hand tried to cover her chest but she was too weak to hide it.

Each string of shredded fiber felt like a piece of dignity being stripped away.

"She is nothing but a lowlife mistress," someone mumbled, "Getting what she deserves."

A month ago, when Alessandro showed her, his and Isabella's pictures, Elizabeth was extremely happy.

The delicate and innocent look of Isabella wanted her to protect her. Little did she know that it would be her who would need protection from her.

"I have to make it to the engagement banquet. Alessandro needs to know what kind of woman Isabella is!" She whispered under her breath.

She had no idea about what would happen if her son would have married someone like Isabella.

Amidst that pain and humiliation, Elizabeth forced herself to speak, "Isabella…I am not Alessandro's mistress."

Then Isabella bent down and painfully dug her fingers into Elizabeth's shoulder.

"Oh! You are," She said, "I will make sure that Alessandro will never see your face again."

Afterwards, Isabella took out her phone and positioned it just over Elizabeth's shoulder.

"Let's take some pictures, girls. Let's show the world what kind of woman she is."

Hearing that, Elizabeth felt bile rise in her throat.

Pictures. Isabella wanted to capture her in the most embarrassing situation. Furthermore, she wants to ruin Elizabeth's forever in the mafia world.

She couldn't let that happen. But before she could move, another blow struck her, that time across her face, knocking her back to the ground.

At that moment, Isabella raised her phone and ordered, "Smile for the camera, you pathetic whore!"

But Elizabeth couldn't take it more, every ounce of her strength left. She ended up screaming, "I am Alessandro's mother."