Chapter 3

Lina's POV

The dungeon was dark, damp, and cold. Somewhere in a corner of the cell, a mouse squeaked.

I was lying on a moldy mattress, and the wounds on my back had become infected. The pus that oozed out clung to my clothes, but I still refused to let go of the scorched watch.

The door swung open.

I struggled to keep my eyes open against the glaring light.

Bianca's high heels clacked against the floor as she entered the cell with two bodyguards trailing after her. She didn't look weak at all. Her face was rosy red, and she looked incredibly smug.

"Oh, you're not dead yet?"

She pinched her nose with a look of disdain and kicked my injured back.

"Dante asked me to check on you. He wanted to know if you were still alive."

I ignored her and clutched the watch closer to my chest.

Unfortunately, Bianca had sharp eyes. She grabbed my wrist and demanded, "What's that?"

She forcefully peeled my fingers apart and snatched the watch from me.

"Give it back!" I exclaimed as I lunged at her, feeling a sudden surge of strength course through me. "That's the last thing that Papa left for me! Give it back to me!"

Bianca stumbled back a few steps when I crashed into her, her back colliding against the wall. Her eyes flashed before she suddenly raised the watch high into the air.

"Isn't this my watch that went missing last week? So, you're the one who stole it!"

"You're lying!" I roared hoarsely like a wounded animal, trying to snatch the watch from her.

As Bianca fell to the floor, she intentionally knocked her forehead against the wall, causing fresh blood to flow down her face.

"Help! Lina's trying to kill me!"

Dante rushed into the dungeon at that moment.

"Bianca!"

He didn't say another word as he dashed into the cell and slapped me hard across the face.

I felt as if my eardrums had been punctured from the force of his slap. The world fell silent for a few seconds as blood leaked from the corner of my lips.

Dante glanced at the watch before looking at me.

"It's just a broken watch. Is it that valuable that you have to act like a lunatic and hurt someone over it?"

I fell to my knees at his feet. I ignored the stinging pain radiating from my cheek and clasped my hands together to beg him.

"The watch doesn't belong to her, Dante… It's the last thing that Papa left for me. I'm begging you. Please don't give it to her."

Dante flexed his fingers as he gazed at my tear-streaked and bloody face.

Bianca threw herself into his arms with a loud wail.

"Dante, I just wanted to give her some medicine because I felt sorry for her. But not only did she steal my belongings, but she also tried to kill me to silence me."

She lifted the scorched watch and continued, "Look. This is the evidence."

Dante turned to look at the blood flowing from Bianca's forehead. He hardened his heart and hissed at me, "We should get rid of that since it turns you into such a despicable person."

He grabbed the watch and walked toward the drain. He then loosened his grip on the watch right before my eyes.

"No!" I screamed in anguish before I lunged at him like a maniac.

The watch was the last thing that Papa left for me. I couldn't afford to lose it.

The drain cover was extremely heavy, and the spaces between the bars were very narrow.

My fingers turned into a bloody mess when I squeezed them past the bars. I could feel my skin and flesh peeling back, but I didn't feel any pain at all.

I only wanted to retrieve the watch.

"Have you lost your mind, Lina?"

Dante panicked when he realized I was willing to sacrifice my fingers just to retrieve the watch. He rushed to my side and grabbed my wrist, shouting, "Do you want to lose your hands? Let go!"

"No! Papa… That's the last thing that Papa left for me…"

I was struggling to breathe from how hard I was crying. Blood continued to drip from my fingertips.

Just then, Bianca's knees suddenly buckled, causing her to fall on Dante's back.

"I'm so dizzy, Dante… Am I going to die?"

Dante's body stiffened. He looked between my bloody hands and the unconscious Bianca before shouting, "Call the doctor now!"

He then abandoned me, turning around to pick up Bianca. He didn't even spare a single glance at me before he dashed out of the cell.

Dante ordered the doctors who rushed to the dungeon to tend to the minor scrape on Bianca's forehead.

No one cared about my well-being.

The door to the cell was locked again.

I remained sprawled next to the drain, watching the watch completely disappear under the mud.

I looked at my twisted fingers that were covered in blood.

In that moment, I stopped crying.

I could feel something shattering in my heart.