My Mafia queen

WHAT A PITY OF ME!!!!!!!!!

Maria attended her Uncle Alessandro's funeral, a somber affair in a small Italian village. Later, under the dim light of the funeral home, she retrieved a vial – a “gift” – from Alessandro’s lifeless hand, a vial she would later use to remind his killer of his sins. Whispering to the corpse, she said, "Uncle, I've sent you a present to Heaven. Show your killer, that spineless businessman who prioritised profits over love, the error of his ways. Teach him the devastating consequences of silencing a love like yours. You cared for me so deeply, more than my own blood ever did. But your carelessness, your trust in him, cost you everything. Your tears, Uncle, they shone like diamonds even in death.” She left, noticing her foster brother, Marco (32, lazy, avaricious), waiting outside. “Marry me, Seoyoung,” he urged, "and I'll make you happy.” Seoyoung scoffed, “Happy? You're so incompetent, the company will be bankrupt within weeks! You’re already poorer than a beggar! Marriage? I wouldn't spend a single minute working with you! I'm resigning!”

That evening, Maria showered, relaxed, and started using a dating app. Suddenly, seven men burst into her apartment, guns blazing. But instead of blood, only feathers flew. Her bed was strategically covered with a mountain of pillows. She'd anticipated this. Armed herself, she fought back, efficiently neutralizing her attackers. Calling Marco, she taunted, “Surprised to hear my voice? I'm not dying, sweetheart!” A dog barked outside. “Ah, my loyal protectors. They warn me of intruders. You should've listened.” She continued, her voice dripping with venom, “I wish you weren't my foster brother, or even a brother at all. I wish you dead.” As Marco left her house, an explosion rocked the area and he did not survive. The shock reverberated through Seoyoung, as she was the one responsible for the blast. She had placed a bomb in the area where she assumed Marco would be. Marco confirmed his carelessness and his inability to think several steps ahead.

Later, a voice on her phone announced, “Anyong Seoyoung, your flight to Korea is boarding. In case of emergencies, call me. I'm your air hostess.” Marco’s shock was palpable, his face frozen. How did she know his attack plan? How did she escape? The final message from Maria, chilling in its simplicity: “Come near me again, and you’ll be reduced to nothing more than spare parts.” Seoyoung deactivated her phone, discarding the SIM card. At the airport, she looked back at Italy. “Arrivederci, Italy. It was an adventure, a whirlwind of emotions and danger. Maria never tires of adventure, does she?” Her journey was far from over; she was not one who gets weary of excitement, the thrill of unexpected turns. She was only getting started

Maria (19, Italian, seasoned traveler, possessing a forged passport under the name 'Isabella Rossi') stepped off the plane in Incheon, a knot of anxiety tightening in her stomach. The airport’s sterile hum was punctuated by the sharp click of security boots. A group of officers, faces impassive, singled out Italian arrivals, flashing a photograph – a hardened woman with piercing eyes, Maria’s own aunt, the notorious Mafia boss, Donatella “La Serpe” Moretti. Maria’s heart hammered. She offered her fake passport with a practiced nonchalance, her forged identity a flimsy shield against the potential storm. A friendly-looking guard, however, simply smiled, commenting on her Italian beauty, asking for a photo. The flash momentarily blinded her, providing a brief respite before the next wave of anxiety hit. Leaving the terminal, Maria breathed a sigh of relief, only to be accosted by a cab driver, his eyes darting nervously. "Taxi, miss? My last fare cancelled." He practically wrestled her luggage into his trunk.

The drive to Seoul was initially unremarkable, the city lights blurring into a hypnotic streak. Maria, lulled by the rhythmic hum of the taxi and the driver’s monotonous chatter about the weather and K-pop, switched on the radio. A news bulletin sliced through the calm: several recent airport thefts, victims drugged with seemingly innocuous drinks offered by strangers. The driver, Mr. Kim (50s, weathered face, perpetually anxious), stiffened. "Don't believe those stories," he mumbled, his voice tight. "But… if you're worried, this bottled water is perfectly safe. I always keep one." He offered her a bottle. Maria, already on edge, hesitated, then gratefully accepted. She took a few sips, the cool water soothing her nerves. The next thing she knew she was awake but she found herself on a deserted street. She was disoriented, and the first thing she did was feel her pockets and her purse. It was gone. Her passport, her money, everything. "I can outsmart the Camorra, evade the Carabinieri, but I get knocked out by a common street thief," she muttered, furious.

The rage was volcanic. She hailed another cab, the driver, a young woman named Ji-soo (20s, sharp, observant), listening patiently as Maria recounted her ordeal. "They work in teams," Ji-soo explained. "One distracts you, the others relieve you of your belongings. The water…that was likely laced with something." They arrived at the police station, a bleak building promising little solace. The police took a report, their faces weary from dealing with similar cases. As Maria sat there, exhausted and robbed not only of her possessions but also of her smug self-assurance, she realized the terrifying truth: even the most experienced players, even those who can navigate the treacherous currents of organized crime, can be undone by the simple, brutal efficiency of a local street gang. The city, with its dazzling lights and modern towers, felt suddenly cold and alien, a stark reminder of her vulnerability in a place far from her underworld domain. The irony stung – she, a woman used to manipulating and outsmarting dangerous men, was rendered helpless by a petty theft

she suddenly started to smirk with herself so what a pretty for myself. then she took some pack of cigarettes but the driver said that you can't smoke here because I am not used to search things then she kept the cigarettes inside her pocket thinking that the child is very good and needs to be protected for the future of this country then when she arrives to a destiny she again act like a small employee worker who works for kpop brand companies she get work at two places one near at the blackpink band and the other at the famous BTS band and she said the both the bosses that she need to be work on one places not to in the boss give her much more salary which was very high to a common person but for her it was very low it was just too low for her but she acting like a high on she said that both the companies are giving the same in salaries so I will work 6 monthsotheronths company and 6 months to the other saying that dismis and the companies could not taken because she was the only one with such brilliant and the CEO and the chairman had pick her from their side so they could not do anything