LOGINEmilia's coquettish voice, mingling with a man's low breaths, drifted through the slightly ajar door. "Hey, be gentle. I can't let those three idiots see any marks on me. Now that stupid Sofia is dead, I don't even know who to pin the blame on."I originally planned to find an excuse to have her die out there. Maybe stage a car accident and tell them she was gone. Who would've thought she'd actually drop dead right in front of them? Lucky for me, those three are as brainless as they come."Don't worry. They won't be back anytime soon. They're off to handle that bitch's funeral. It'll take them a few days."Outside the door, Orfeo grabbed Carlo's hand just as he was about to push it open.Inside, the man's breathing grew heavier."Good thing she's dead. Now you don't have to keep pretending every day to please those three guys. Anyway, with her dead and no one to testify, no one will ever find out about the dark web live stream you set up back then."Laughter echoed from inside.
After a long silence, Orfeo finally spoke, "You're saying it was Sofia who trashed your room?"Emilia didn't catch the change in his tone and replied, "Sì, it was Sofia."Orfeo's voice grew cold. "Tell me—how exactly did she do it? She can't even stand now! How did she manage to trash your room?"There was silence on the other end.After a moment, Emilia suddenly seemed to think of something and hurriedly defended herself, "She's faking her leg injury! It's not really hurt!"Orfeo gasped sharply. His fingers trembled so badly he could barely hold the phone.He ended the call immediately, and the room fell deathly quiet.Carlo snapped back to reality and muttered, "Never mind whether Sofia can stand. She's lying right here. How could she possibly trash Emilia's room?"He paused, his face paling more and more. "Emilia lied so smoothly. She must think all three of us are idiots."I nodded strongly in the air. Yes, that was exactly how she thought of them.Antonio's and Orfeo's f
Antonio snapped back to reality. His eyes turned bloodshot as he grabbed his phone and called the men he personally assigned back then.The man on the other end hesitated, then stammered, "B-Boss, you did ask us to keep your sister with us for a while until Emilia's depression got better. But the young lady you sent us wasn't your sister."Later, Emilia even messaged us, saying that woman nearly killed her. She told us to make her suffer just as long as she's still breathing. You know how we operate. We don't hold back."So, following Emilia's orders, we hired people to set up a 'stage play,' and the torture went on for three months. The guys said the woman was totally fooled. She really believed she'd been sold to Aleroth."Oh, and Emilia said you planted people in the live stream to hand out tips. The guys followed orders and forced her legs apart for the audience. Gosh, she cried so hard. I couldn't even bear to listen."Before the man finished, Antonio slammed his phone to the
Orfeo stood still, staring at me on the bed.My lips were pale, my legs were limp, and my white dress was soaked through with blood. Even the hospital bed was stained.When he'd carried me earlier, his heart had dropped. He felt dazed.When had that chubby young lady with dimples, who used to smile so brightly, turned into this?I had sunken cheeks, bones sharp to the touch, and no smile left at all.Orfeo parted his lips. His voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. "Sofia…"He sank to his knees, not daring to move any closer.Doctors and nurses filed out one by one. The last nurse walked over quietly, pulled the white sheet up, and gently covered my face. Before leaving, she patted Orfeo's shoulder.No one knew how long he'd been kneeling when a single tear suddenly splashed onto the floor. Then, another followed. His suppressed sobs grew louder until he clutched his head and wept openly.As I looked at him, memories from the past three years surfaced.Every time I got si
My consciousness drifted in midair as I took in everything before me.Carlo's face was frighteningly pale. He stared down at my body on the floor and asked in a trembling voice, "Antonio, is Sofia…"Antonio didn't even bother to listen. Frowning, he stepped past Carlo and impatiently nudged my shoulder with his shoe."Sofia, I'm counting to three. Get up. After years of running wild outside, you've learned nothing, but you've certainly mastered the art of playing dead to throw a tantrum."I curled my fingers lightly in midair. A dull ache throbbed in my chest.I looked down at Antonio. Seeing that he still wore that look of disgust, I sighed quietly.Though he held back, Antonio was still from a mafia background. One kick was all it took to send my body tumbling down the stairs like a rag doll.Blood spread quickly beneath me.As a doctor, Orfeo saw this, and his face went pale. He rushed over, scooped me up, and checked my breath and pulse."Get her to the hospital. Now!" he
Carlo came looking for Orfeo and just happened to catch me jumping out the window."Sofia!" He lunged to the window, his face instantly draining of color.I guess I was born unlucky. I couldn't even die properly.When they pulled me from the water, I coughed so hard it felt like my lungs were tearing apart.When Orfeo arrived, he grabbed my soaked collar and laughed in frustration. "Sofia, are you crazy? When will you stop?"Before I could catch my breath, a slap cut through the air.Half my face went numb, and the metallic taste of blood spread in my mouth.Antonio's hand trembled as he pulled back, and his chest heaved. After a long pause, he spat out through clenched teeth, "Take her back."They roughly threw me into the trunk.In the darkness and jostling, my consciousness started to fade. In a daze, I thought I saw Silvio holding me and gently telling my stories.After some time, Carlo's hesitant voice came from the front seat, "Sofia hasn't made a sound. Is she okay?"







