The Feared Mafia Don Ordered His Maid Dragged Out in the Cold — Until Her 6-Year-Old Daughter Pointed at His Fiancée’s Gold Dress

"What are you two whispering about back here?" Isabella hissed, stepping into the small room and slamming the door behind her.

Sophia instinctively pulled Emma behind her back. "Nothing, Miss Romano. I was just giving Emma her dinner. We are staying out of the way, exactly as you ordered."

"You're lying," Isabella spat, her eyes narrowing as she glared at the little girl. She looked at Emma’s small pink canvas bag hanging on the hook. With lightning speed, Isabella reached into her own beaded clutch, slipped something metallic into Emma’s bag, and then violently yanked the canvas strap off the wall.

"Hey! Give that back!" Emma cried out.

Isabella ignored the child. She pulled the zipper open, shoved her hand inside, and dramatically pulled out Damiano’s master security keycard—the one that opened the mansion's underground vaults and private armory.

"Well, well, well," Isabella smiled, a sickening smirk twisting her perfect lips. "A common thief. You planned to rob the estate during the summit, didn't you, Sophia?"

"No! I didn't touch that! I don't even know what that is!" Sophia gasped in horror.

"Save your breath for the ditch you'll be sleeping in," Isabella mocked.

She grabbed Sophia by the collar of her maid uniform and violently dragged her out into the grand foyer, right in front of Damiano and the five visiting mafia dons. She threw Sophia onto the hard marble floor, letting the metal keycard clatter loudly across the stone.

"Damiano!" Isabella shrieked, instantly faking tears of outrage. "Look what I found in this maid’s child's bag! They were attempting to loot the armory while our guests arrived!"

The five crime bosses stopped talking. Dozens of armed bodyguards rested their hands on their holsters. The foyer grew ice-cold.