The Billionaire Mafia Boss Sacked His Cruel In-Law After Finding His Own Name on a Maid’s Toddler’s Birth Certificate—Then the Child Smiled With His Exact Dimple!

Vanessa’s face twisted in panic. “No! Bellini, you fool! You can’t let her win!”

“Silence!” Alexander bellowed, turning his gaze onto his sister-in-law. “You came here to question my daughter’s honor. But you forgot one thing, Vanessa. While you were packing your bags this morning, Marco’s cyber team was decrypting your personal server.”

Alexander signaled Marco, who plugged a flash drive into the boardroom’s projector system.

Instantly, the wall screen lit up with encrypted banking manifests, surveillance photos, and wire transfers.

“Six months before the bombing in upstate New York,” Alexander announced, addressing the entire council, “five million dollars was wired from a numbered Cayman account to an offshore shell company owned by Vanessa Rossi. The remitter was Lorenzo Moretti.”

The room erupted into furious shouting. Captains slammed their fists onto the table, glaring at Moretti.

“She orchestrated the ambush,” Alexander continued coldly. “Vanessa provided the coordinates of my safehouse to the Morettis in exchange for a thirty percent stake in the harbor contracts once I was dead. When I survived, she buried the medical records to ensure I would never discover Sophia or my child.”

Lorenzo Moretti stood up, his hand darting toward his inside jacket pocket, but Marco and four tactical guards already had their pistols leveled at his chest.

“Sit down, Lorenzo,” Alexander ordered. “Your territory in Queens is revoked as of this second. You will sign the commercial transfer documents, or you will not leave this building alive.”

Moretti raised his hands slowly, his face pale with defeat. “Alexander... it was business—”

“You targeted my life, and you targeted my daughter’s future,” Alexander replied. “Sign the papers and leave New York forever. If you set foot on the East Coast again, there will be no council to protect you.”

Moretti took the pen with trembling fingers and scribbled his signature across the transfer deeds before being escorted out by armed guards.

Vanessa stood alone in the center of the room, trembling violently. “Alexander... please. We’re family. I was his wife!”

Alexander looked at her with pure disgust. “You are a criminal who traded family blood for money. The authorities have already been provided with the evidence regarding the clinic narcotics fraud and the conspiracy to commit murder. You will spend the rest of your life in a state penitentiary.”

Two federal marshals, who had been waiting in the hallway under Marco’s coordination, stepped into the room, snapping handcuffs around Vanessa’s wrists. She screamed and cursed as she was dragged down the corridor, her cries echoing until the heavy doors shut behind her.

Alexander walked over to Sophia and Emma. He knelt down, taking Emma into his arms while looking up at Sophia.

“You were incredible,” Alexander whispered.