Missing for Twenty Years, I Found My Mafia Father in a Nightclub Chapter 09

Missing for Twenty Years, I Found My Mafia Father in a Nightclub Chapter 09

Vincent’s tone turned cold and unyielding. 

“This was never your home. I made that clear 

when I first brought you here. I told you I would 

take care of you and let you use the Moretti name, 

but you were not Moretti by blood and would never 

be named as an heir.” 

“Calling me Dad does not give you the right to take 

my daughter’s place.” 

The living room fell completely silent. 

After a long time, Bianca asked in a trembling 

voice. “So you don’t want me anymore?” 

Vincent remained silent for so long that I thought 

he would give in again, just as he always had 

before. 

Finally, he spoke quietly. 

“I searched for my daughter for twenty years.” 

‘Now that she’s finally home, I will never let 

anyone hurt her again.” 

Bianca stormed out and slammed the door behind 

her, and the sound echoed down the hallway. 

Vincent came upstairs and knocked on my 

bedroom door. 

He stood there for a long time before speaking. 

“Little Star, Dad is trying to change.” 

I leaned against the doorframe and noticed that he 

looked even more exhausted than he had a few 

days earlier. 

“I know. I believe you.” 

He went still for a moment, then finally smiled. 

It was the first time since my return that I had 

seen him truly relax. 

Bianca stayed quiet for several days. 

But when I went back to The Box to officially 

resign, she appeared again, her heels clicking 

sharply across the floor. 

Aside from the dark circles beneath her eyes, she 

still looked like Miss Moretti, the woman every 

member of the Family rushed to please. 

“So you still work here.” 

She crossed her arms and blocked my path, 

glancing at my worn clothes. 

“You found your biological father, but you still don’t dare spend his money? Or do you know you. came from nothing, and even the most expensive 

clothes will never make you look like a true 

Moretti heir?” 

I ignored her and walked around her. 

She hurried after me, her heels striking the floor 

with every step. 

“Stop pretending you don’t care about money. Isn’t 

that why you came back, for the Moretti Family’s 

wealth and status? Name your price. I’ll pay you to 

leave New York and stay away from my father.” 

I stopped and turned to face her. 

“Bianca, how much of the Moretti Family’s money 

have you spent over the years? And how many 

things have you done behind his back while using your status as the Don’s daughter?” 

She hesitated. 

I took one step closer. 

“I haven’t exposed you because I care about my father’s feelings, not because you deserve to be protected. When you called me a low–class club hostess in that private lounge, did you ever think that one day you might lose the right to use the 

Moretti name?” 

Bianca took a step back before finally turning 

away, but I knew she had not given up. 

A few days later, Mia sent me a link, her message 

filled with panic. 

“Posts about you are suddenly all over the internet. 

They’re saying you’re pretending to be the Don’s 

daughter so you can take the Moretti Family’s 

assets and territory. They even posted photos of 

you working at the nightclub. Erin, what are you 

going to do?” 

I opened the link. 

The comments were filled with insults about my 

identity. 

Some people said a club hostess could never have 

Moretti blood. 

Others claimed that even if the DNA test was real, 

a woman who had never been raised or trained 

within the Moretti Family had no right to inherit 

anything. 

Still others repeated Bianca’s words, calling me 

low–class, filthy, and nothing but a woman who 

latched onto powerful men. 

Before I could decide what to do. Vincent called me! 

“I already know what’s happening online. Don’t be 

afraid. You have me this time.” 

I did not want him to intervene publicly and was 

about to refuse, but he cut me off. 

“This is what I owe you. You had to face everything 

alone before. This time, Dad won’t let you face it. 

alone.” 

For years, I had handled every problem by myself. 

But after hearing those words, for the first time. I 

felt that I did not have to carry everything alone 

anymore. 

The posts circulated for only half a day before 

every new accusation abruptly stopped.