Incarcerated and Tortured for Loving the Don

In 1985, the eldest son of the Lucas family, Soren, killed his uncle, who had betrayed the family. Soren was only 25 then.

He stood at the edge of the cliff as he prepared to jump. Soren had had enough of murder and betrayal.

However, the Don of the Rossi family, Anthony, stopped him and took him back to the villa to recuperate and heal.

Anthony's daughter, Sophie, was eight that year. She followed Soren everywhere he went. When Soren was busy, she would bring him warm milk. Whenever he got injured, she would bandage his wounds. If he had nightmares, Sophie would kiss the frown on his forehead.

In 1995, Anthony was killed in an enemy ambush.

Soren became Sophie's Don in name.

To protect Sophie, Soren took over the Lucas family and treated her like a princess.

On Sophie's 18th birthday, she wore a pink diamond necklace that Soren had personally flown to Ronico to mine for her. Even when his fingers had bled from it, he had not minded it. All he wanted was for her to be happy.

When Sophie casually mentioned that she liked a certain Italian designer, Soren moved the designer's entire family to Novatia just so he could make her a birthday dress.

Even the most inconspicuous interior decorations, like the carpet and curtains, were made of the most expensive material.

Soren had invited every powerful elite and member of high society to celebrate his Principessa's 18th birthday party.

It was a grand party, indeed. Everyone could tell that Sophie was the apple of the Don's eye.

Soren had given the best of everything to Sophie, but he forgot to teach her one lesson. It was to never fall in love with him.

After the party, Soren's yacht continued floating out at sea. He stood on the deck while playing with a pistol. It was a Browning.

It was the pistol he had used the first time he killed someone. It was also the first toy Sophie had inserted into her body.

The security footage on his phone showed Sophie inserting the pistol inside her. She was sitting on a chair while fondling her breasts with one hand. Her other hand slowly pushed the pistol into her. She moaned as it went inside.

Sophie called out, "Soren."

Soren pretended to be calm, but in his pants, he was hard.

Sophie's expression when she moaned and her sultry body was all he could think of. He imagined Sophie's legs wrapped around his waist as her hands caressed his chest.

"Don Lucas." The family's Consigliere, Isabella, approached him. She was calm, elegant, and ruthless. She was the perfect candidate for the Donna. "If word of this gets out, the Lucas family will be a laughingstock."

"Sophie has unwanted desires." Soren's voice was husky. "I treat her as my daughter, but all she wants is to sleep with me."

Isabella smiled. "She's a girl with dirty thoughts."

Soren flung the pistol viciously into the river. "How horny can she be to get so hot and bothered with a pistol? Send her to St. Maria's College."

Soren closed his eyes. "They'll teach her that it's wrong to fall in love with her Don."

"Are you sure?" Isabella raised an eyebrow. "That place is not for the weak."

"She needs to experience pain." Soren turned away. "Pain will wake her up. It'll teach her that falling in love with her Don is wrong! But don't go overboard. She's… my foster daughter, after all."

Isabella said softly to the back of Soren's head, "Of course. I'll make sure the college takes 'good care' of her."

…

The next morning, Sophie was awakened by the noise of a helicopter.

When she headed downstairs, she saw Soren tearing up her admission letter to Covino University.

She screamed, "Soren, that's my dream!"

"Your dream is wrong." The look in Soren's eyes was cold as he slapped Sophie. "I love you like a daughter, but I ended up raising a slut who wants to sleep with her foster father!"

Sophie's cheek was swollen. "Soren, I…"

"Pack your things and leave right now!" He called for two of his henchmen. "Take the Principessa up the chopper to St. Maria's College."

St. Maria's College was in the suburbs of Borto. It was used specifically to punish women who betrayed the family and girls who had 'indecent thoughts'.

The helicopter soon landed at the college. The college dean was a nun called Maria Ferrari. She was a 60-year-old Itolian woman with vicious eyes.

"Ms. Rossi," Maria awkwardly greeted Sophie. "Welcome to the land of the pure."

Soren pretended not to hear Sophie's crying and begging as he watched her be taken to a chamber. The door closed, and Maria took down a metal bra covered with thorns from the wall.

She smiled as she said, "Your first lesson is to remove the dirty desires from your heart."

Sophie's screams could be heard from the helipad. Soren stood next to the helicopter as his fingernails dug into his palms until they started bleeding.

The pilot spoke up in a small voice, "Don Lucas, do you want to take a look at her?"

"No need." Soren got into the helicopter. "She'll take things the wrong way if I give in to her."

When the helicopter took flight, he looked back at the college. He remembered how he had hugged Sophie the entire night back when she was young because she was running a fever. She had snuggled in his arms and said, "I'm scared of the dark, Soren."

"Don't be scared." He kissed her on the forehead. "I'm here."

Back at the present moment, Soren suppressed his worry for her.

"The Principessa can't fall in love with her Don…" He closed his eyes and snuffed out his anguish.

Three days later, Soren received a video from Maria.

It showed Sophie tied up naked on a cross. Ten men took turns splashing holy water on her, but the water had been infused with chili peppers.

Soren destroyed his study in anger, only to hear Isabella ask, "Isn't this the pain you wanted her to experience?"