The Mafia heiress

Do you know what it means to do what Sage Deluca is against? Sage asked with a dangerous glint in her icy blue eyes, patting a small silver knife against her palm. Her long black hair fell in waves down her back, contrasting against her pale, flawless skin. Her sharp, defined features held an expression so cold it could freeze fire. “You want to be our enemy now? We sharpened your teeth like a loyal dog, only for you to bite us with them,” she said, her tone dripping with venom. “You leaked our business codes. I get it now – you’re plotting against my father.” Her words fell like ticking bombs, each syllable loaded with silent threats. Sage stood up from the leather chair, the soft creak echoing in the silent room. She stepped forward gracefully, her black boots clicking on the marble floor as she approached the man forced to kneel by two bodyguards holding him down. Leaning close, she pressed the cold blade against his cheek. “Start talking,” she whispered, her voice deadly calm. “Tell me everything you’ve done behind my father’s back over the years. or I’ll slit your throat right here.” “Y-Young Miss... it’s not what you think,” the man stammered, trying to crawl away, but the bodyguards’ grip tightened like iron shackles. Smack! Sage’s slap landed across his face, echoing through the quiet room. Her eyes burned with ruthless contempt. “That’s for daring to call me Young Miss,” she spat. “It’s Miss Sage to you.” “I’m sorry, Miss Sage, please,” he sobbed, tears mixing with blood on his lips. “I promise to make amends for everything I did wrong.” “No need for promises,” she said coolly, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “This will probably be your last word. Betraying my father or me is the last mistake anyone makes. Do you have any last words?” “Please, Miss Sage, I beg you. Nothing like this will happen again. Please... spare me...” His eyes were bloodshot, bulging with terror. Sage lifted her hand slightly, palm facing herself, and curled her fingers inward – a silent command. The two bodyguards immediately stepped forward. One leaned close as Sage spoke, her voice low and secretive, her breath brushing his ear. “Teach him a lesson he’ll never forget. Make him a scapegoat for others.” The bodyguards grabbed the man roughly. One slammed his fist into his stomach, forcing a choked scream, while the other twisted his arm behind his back, their movements swift and practiced. They knew exactly how to break a person without leaving visible scars. Sage watched, her face blank and unbothered. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she dropped the knife to the marble floor, the metallic clang echoing through the silent room. Turning away, she walked out gracefully, her black coat swaying behind her like the cloak of a fallen queen. The other two bodyguards followed quickly, heads bowed in silent respect. ***** One hour later, Raven High School. The school hallway fell into a hushed silence the moment Sage stepped in. Her presence was like winter itself – beautiful but dangerous. Her black boots echoed against the polished marble floors, her long dark coat trailing behind her like a queen’s robe. Underneath, she wore a sleek black dress that clung to her slender frame, emphasising her commanding aura. Her icy blue eyes scanned the crowd, sharp and cold, framed by long dark lashes. Some students admired her beauty, others trembled at her aura of power. No one dared stand in her way. She wasn’t just a student – she was the heiress of the Mafia empire, the daughter of the country’s most feared crime lord. Even if she took a life, no one would dare question her. Suddenly, a firm voice cut through the silence. “Sage! You’re late again!” All eyes turned towards Flora Savage, the strict history teacher known for her no-nonsense rules and fiery temper. She stood tall, arms crossed, glaring at the one student even the principal feared. Sage slowed her steps and stopped. A smirk tugged at her lips. “And why are you shouting, Aunt Flora?” Her voice was calm, mocking, laced with poisonous sweetness. Gasps rippled through the students. Everyone knew Flora was distantly related to Sage – paternal cousins – but Sage had never acknowledged her as family until now. Flora’s face flushed red with anger. “I’m your teacher, not your family! Don’t think your name makes you untouchable. This is a school, not your palace!” Sage c****d her head slightly, amusement flickering in her cold eyes. “My apologies, Aunt Flora. I forgot you were left behind without manners.” More gasps echoed. Flora’s jaw clenched, her hand twitching at her side. Then, in one swift motion, she raised her hand. “Since they didn’t teach you manners at home, I’ll teach you on behalf of your uncle.” Slap! Sage’s hand struck Flora’s cheek first, the slap echoing like thunder. Flora staggered back, eyes wide with disbelief. The hallway was frozen in stunned silence. Sage’s bodyguards, always a step behind, rushed forward to restrain her. “Madam, there are so many people watching. Please calm down,” one whispered into her ear. “Let me go,” she hissed, her expression darkening further. The bodyguard quickly moved his hands away. Sage pulled out her phone with calm precision. She dialed a number, her fingers steady. “This is Sage,” she said coldly. “I want the Johnson Group bankrupt within two minutes.” A beat of silence. Then a panicked voice replied, “Y-yes, Miss Sage. Right away.” Flora’s face turned ghostly pale. The Johnson Group was her family’s company. Their entire survival depended on it. “No! Sage, please! Don’t do this!” She dropped to her knees, her pride forgotten, trembling. “I beg you, don’t destroy us. I’ll do anything,” she sobbed, slapping herself repeatedly. “I’m so, so sorry. Please...” Flora shivered, knowing if her husband James lost the company, it would be their end. Sage stared down at her silently, letting the tension settle like dust. Finally, she spoke, her voice dangerously soft. “Look at you, begging me. I never thought this day would come.” She tilted her head, eyes glinting. “Fine. I’ll spare your family this time. But you’ll show me your gratitude properly.” Flora swallowed hard. Her pride screamed, but fear was louder. Slowly, she bent forward and wrapped her trembling arms around Sage’s leg in gratitude. Then it happened. The moment her hands touched Sage’s leg, a sharp pain jolted through Sage’s body. Her face twisted, not in pain, but in disgust. She shoved Flora backwards with a harsh push. Flora stumbled, then gasped. A red stain began to spread across her blouse. Blood. The students gasped in horror. She clutched her stomach, collapsing to her knees, her face contorted in agony. The sharp scent of blood filled the air. Sage stood frozen, her mind spinning. Flora was pregnant. Realisation hit like a lightning strike. Sage hadn’t known. She hadn’t meant for this. But as she stared at Flora writhing on the ground, clutching her belly, a strange calm washed over her. No guilt. No panic. Only power. She turned to her bodyguards, her voice icy and composed. “Get rid of the footage. Take her to the hospital. Quietly.” They obeyed immediately. As the students watched in horrified silence, Sage brushed invisible dust from her shoulder and walked away, her heels clicking like a ticking bomb. When she reached the end of the corridor, she paused, her eyes narrowed. Wait a minute, what caused the pain I felt in my leg while Flora was begging me? Her mind replayed it all as she continued walking, speaking to herself under her breath. It felt like she pricked me with something... a pin? A wicked smirk curved her lips. So she staged it... She pricked my leg so I’d push her, framing me for harming her baby. She really is something... playing games without caring about her own child’s life. She chuckled softly, her icy blue eyes glinting with cruel amusement. Good. If she wants to play games... I’ll play with her. I’ve never lost a game before. And I love games.