After Scarpa's "love-struck" routine failed, he unraveled.
He stripped Elisa of every position she held, annulled their engagement in front of the elders, and had her kicked out of the estate.
Elisa refused to accept it. She stormed the manor, screaming, only to be dragged out by soldati. She was humiliated.

She couldn't understand how the man who once put her on a pedestal could turn so cold overnight.
Meanwhile, Scarpa turned into a stalker. He showed up every day beneath the Corleone headquarters, outside my apartment, and even tailed my car.
He sent me flowers and gifts. Everything that I used to like.
Sometimes, he stood in the rain all night just to beg for a few minutes of my time.
He lowered himself to the dust.
People in the Corleone family started whispering. When they looked at me, there was sympathy in their eyes.

After all, watching an iron-blooded Don abase himself for one woman was unsettling.
Even Chris couldn't help teasing me.
"So, what's Scarpa playing at now?"
I stared down at the miserable figure across the street. "He knows the ports don't function without me, so now he's trying to plate his chains in cheap sentiment and lure me back."

I picked up the phone and called one of my men.
"The next time his car comes within three blocks, weld his doors shut," I ordered.
Chris raised an eyebrow. "That's cold."
"You can't go soft on a rabid dog."
That was the moment Scarpa snapped.
When pleading failed, he went on the offensive.
He used whatever influence he had left to stir up trouble between us and the other famiglias. He filed anonymous tips with the feds about my supposed "smuggling operations". He even spread rumors back in Igniterra.
He said I slept my way to power. That I was vicious, ungrateful, and disloyal.
Overnight, I became tabloid poison.
Every insult imaginable was thrown at me like dirty water.
Chris asked if I wanted it handled.
I shook my head. "No, let him make noise. The louder, the better. I want everyone to see exactly what Scarpa Falcone really is."
The day of the full family council, Scarpa walked in with the six elders still loyal to him.
He stood at the head of the long table, wearing the expression of a wronged leader.
"Viviana is talented," he said solemnly. "I trained her myself. But she turned that talent against her own family. Every deal she touched ended with money flowing into Corleone coffers."
He spoke with righteous indignation. Famiglia members unaware of the truth turned their gaze toward me.
I pushed the doors open. When I passed him, I stopped and smiled. "Nice performance, Don Falcone. Too bad it's time to step off the stage."
I headed straight to the table.
I knew today would be the final round.
Either he died today, or I did.
The air smelled of cigar ash and old metal.
Scarpa tossed three shell casings onto the table. They rang sharply as they landed. It was an old tradition. They signified the three charges.
"Firstly, you engaged in unauthorized negotiations with hostile famiglias that cost us territory in Balvan."
The Balvan Capo nodded slightly.
"Secondly, you've purged elders who bled for this famiglia and replaced them with Corleone lackeys."
Several scarred men lowered their eyes.
"And lastly," Scarpa said, raising his voice. "You secretly transferred control of our ports to the Corleones!"
He unrolled a hand-drawn shipping map. Red lines snaked toward Corleone warehouses like veins.
He finished and looked at me with smug anticipation. He was waiting for me to crumble.
I didn't say a word and just listened.
When he was done, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a recorder.
"Is that it?"
My voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire venue. "Your performance was brilliant. I almost fell for it. But I'd like everyone to listen to something."
I pressed play on the recorder. Elisa's shrill voice filled the room.
"Do you really think he loves you? He keeps you as a hunting dog. Now it's time to replace you with a more obedient one."
Then came Scarpa's whisper. "Dispose of her and the dock ledgers."
The recording was from the dock warehouse five years ago.
The room erupted in chaos.
The elders began exchanging glances.
Scarpa's face drained of color instantly. "You… You set me up!"
I cut off the recording. "Always plant an ear in your own territory. That was your first lesson to me."
I waved. Two men carried in a steel briefcase. Inside were yellowed original ledgers.
"That missing shipment from five years ago," I said, tossing a ledger onto the table, "You sold it to a fed. And I used myself as bait to stop the deal. As for colluding with Corleone…"
I smiled and looked toward the door.
It burst open.
Chris walked in with eight gunmen. Each of them carried a wooden case.
"Allow me to reintroduce myself. I'm Chris Corleone. As of today, I'm the co-holder of all of Falcone's properties."
He opened the first case. Inside were old deeds and signed transfer agreements.
"According to famiglia law, when a Don harms the famiglia through illegitimate actions, creditors have the right to assume control."
He slid the case toward me.
"As the Falcone famiglia's Underboss and majority creditor, I invoke the right of execution," I said, lifting the top document.
I walked toward Scarpa.
He reached for his waist, but his holster was empty.
He lost. Complete defeat.
"Don Falcone," I said softly. "You're stripped of the title."
I gestured to the elders behind him. "As for you guys. You may retire with dignity, or rest permanently.
"As for Elisa, after all her stupidity, exile will suffice."
I turned and walked toward the exit under their stares.
I paused when I reached Scarpa. "See? I told you I'd handle everything myself."