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Return My Heart, Keep Your Regret
Return My Heart, Keep Your Regret
Author: wowo

Chapter 1

Author: wowo
"What's your pick—nurse or maid?"

Holding the roleplay outfit, I shot Enzo Vitale a teasing smile from the doorway. He glared at me. The disgust in his eyes was so strong it was almost palpable.

"I recommend the nurse outfit, sir. It's way more exciting." I drawled sweetly.

Enzo seized my wrist and yanked me into the room, slamming the door and locking it. He shoved me hard against the entryway wall.

"It's been three years since we last saw each other. I hear you've become Newlyn's most famous whore, huh?" He gripped my chin hard, forcing the words through gritted teeth.

I ignored the pain and maintained a professional smile. "Sir, I'm here to make money."

Enzo shook off my hand in disgust, as if he had touched something filthy. He pulled out a wet wipe and scrubbed his fingers hard.

"I'd heard of a Newlyn whore who'd do anything for money. I thought that was disgusting and didn't bother finding out who she was.

"Two days ago, I went to Luca's place to discuss business. He was bragging to me that you'd left this hairclip in his entryway."

Enzo flung a familiar pearl hair clip at my feet. It struck the tile floor, and two pearls broke off.

I looked at it briefly before kicking it aside carelessly with the tip of my heel. "It's just a normal hair clip. I'm surprised you still remember that thing, Mr. Vitale."

A vein throbbed in his temple. "A normal hair clip, huh? Isabella, I gave that to you when I was 18…"

"Mr. Vitale, let's not dwell on the past." I interrupted him without hesitation and pulled out a revealing piece of black lace from a black paper bag.

"You still haven't told me which one you want."

I brushed the outfit lightly against his chest. "Oh, right. I have an angel outfit, but that one costs extra."

Enzo slapped me hard. My head snapped to the side, and my ears rang.

"You have no shame, whore!" Enzo yelled at me. His body was shaking with anger.

I was still looking away, dazed for a moment.

In the past, even if I accidentally scraped my knee, he would tear up. He would hold my knee and gently blow on it all day.

Now, Enzo was probably dying to strangle me.

I wiped the blood away from the corner of my lips. I flashed him a smile and reached into my handbag.

"If that's what you're into, that works for me, Mr. Vitale."

I pulled out a short black leather whip and shoved it into his hands. "That'll cost you extra."

Enzo glared at the leather whip in his hand and let out a harsh laugh.

"Alright. Fine. Fine." He spat the words out through gritted teeth.

"Are you really that desperate? So you'd do anything for money, huh? Fine!"

Enzo whipped out his phone, opened a group chat, and started a video call. The call went through instantly, and chaos erupted.

"Hey, Enzo! What's up? Going live this late for us, huh?"

"Who's that next to you? She's got a great body!"

Enzo shoved the phone into my face. The camera was pointed directly at me. He pulled out a checkbook from his inner suit pocket, scribbled out an amount, and slapped it against my chest.

"Here you go. One million dollars."

He pointed at the maid's outfit on the floor and a leather collar with a chain attached.

"Wear that outfit, and put the collar on too. Then get on the floor and crawl to the camera. I want you to bark."

When the men on the video call recognized my face, they erupted into chaos.

"Isn't that the whore, Isabella?"

"That woman has no shame. She'll do anything you ask. Come on. Let's hear it!"

I looked down at the million-dollar check on the carpet. That was enough to cover six months of ICU care for my brother, Marco Rossi.

I didn't even hesitate and knelt down. I picked up the check, folded it, and carefully tucked it into my bra.

Expressionless, I looked at the camera and slowly took off my coat. I picked up the leather collar, opened it, and fastened it around my neck.

On all fours, I slowly crawled toward Enzo's feet.

"That's enough!" Shoving me aside, he turned and hurled his phone to the ground, smashing it to pieces.

"Do you enjoy humiliating yourself like that?"

I merely shot him a faint smile. "As long as it makes you happy, sir."

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  • Return My Heart, Keep Your Regret   Chapter 11

    I headed for the public cemetery.There, before Marco's grave, lay a bouquet of daisies that still had morning dew on them. Beside it was the pearl hair clip.The pearls had been restrung, with the two broken ones replaced by new pearls. Upon closer inspection, the shade and glimmer of the new pearls were slightly different from the old ones, reminiscent of a scar left behind after a wound healed.Leaning over, I picked up the hair clip and slipped it into my coat pocket. Then, I sat down and leaned against the cold gravestone, shutting my eyes.A gentle breeze whistled through the trees, causing a few withered leaves to flutter to the ground.I spent the entire afternoon sitting there.When night finally fell, I stood up and dusted off the bottom of my skirt.Stroking the photo on the gravestone, I murmured, "I'm leaving, Marco. The next time I come, I'll be sure to bring your favorite tiramisu along. I'm going to make it myself, so no complaining, okay?"With that, I turned a

  • Return My Heart, Keep Your Regret   Chapter 10

    The next morning, the Moretti family's butler discovered the body.Immediately, a war threatened to break out between the Vitale and Moretti families.However, the committee members of the two families stepped in to intervene. They reviewed the evidence Enzo submitted, which included records of Camilla paying the caretaker, tampering with the surveillance footage, and framing Luca.The conclusion they arrived at was that Camilla had gone against the most basic principles of the mafia—murdering an innocent and framing a member of the family.It was decided that her death would be dealt with internally. Besides that, the Moretti family was ordered to pay a hefty compensation to the Vitale family, as well as turn over control of three dockside shipping routes.As for Enzo, the committee gave him a choice: either stand trial before the family, or disappear quietly with his dignity intact.Enzo chose the latter.Three days later, he was sent to a manor in Saracules.…One week late

  • Return My Heart, Keep Your Regret   Chapter 9

    One month later, the Moretti family's murder-for-hire case went to trial. As the victim's family, I was sitting in the last row of the court gallery.The case proceeded in a heated manner as Camilla had spared no expense in hiring the best legal team in the country, just as she had arrogantly claimed would happen that night one month ago.Her lawyer pushed all the blame onto her chauffeur, an elderly man with cancer who was willing to become the scapegoat for money. As for Camilla herself, he painted her as an unsuspecting, helpless victim.The caretaker also changed her tune right there in court, insisting that it was Camilla's chauffeur who had given her the orders, so Camilla had nothing to do with any of it.With the striking of the gavel, the judge announced his verdict. "As the primary evidence came from a recanting witness and the mastermind has proven to be someone else, the murder charge against Camilla Moretti is dismissed. "Due to insufficient evidence, the charges of

  • Return My Heart, Keep Your Regret   Chapter 8

    That day, I moved into an old basement at Brookville.Every morning, a piping hot breakfast and a bouquet of white daisies would appear outside the rundown steel door of that basement.It didn't take a genius to figure out who had left them.On the evening of the third day, Vincenzo knocked on my door. This time, he was dressed in casual clothes, and he had come with several boxes of supplements."Isabella, you've thoroughly worn out your body in the past few years, so you should take these supplements."As he noted my pallid complexion, a hint of pity and heartache flashed across his eyes."Once this case with the Morettis is over, I'll help you apply for compensation as the victim's family. Or perhaps… If you're willing, I can help you move to a different city and start over."I leaned against the doorway, not moving to accept the items he offered me."Vincenzo, you've already accomplished your mission, so there's no need for you to waste any more time and effort on my issues

  • Return My Heart, Keep Your Regret   Chapter 7

    One hour later, I kicked open the door to a private room in one of Marola's high-end clubs.Camilla was lounging back on a genuine leather couch with a glass of champagne in her hand. Her body was shaking with laughter as she chatted with the daughters from several other families.I charged over without hesitation and seized her carefully-styled blonde hair."You killed him! You bought off that caretaker!"Camilla yelped at the pain of me tugging on her hair roots. The champagne spilled all over her expensive tailor-made dress.However, not only did she not panic, but she even gestured for the bodyguards to stand down."Don't you know that one shouldn't say such nonsense?" Camilla sneered at me, the smug look in her eyes utterly revolting. "Do you have proof that I bought off that caretaker? She's just a crazy woman. What does that have to do with me?"My whole body shook with anger as I wrapped my hand around her neck and squeezed tightly."Stop with the innocent act! Since yo

  • Return My Heart, Keep Your Regret   Chapter 6

    Three days later, at the public cemetery on the outskirts of town.A chilly rain fell from the sky, battering against the old windbreaker I wore as I stood silently before Marco's grave.The photo on his gravestone was of him smiling brilliantly. It had been taken three months before everything changed. He was clad in his favorite leather jacket, his eyes shining with hope for the future.Lifting a hand, I ran my fingers across the cold stone of his grave.There was a yawning emptiness in my chest, as though something had been dug out. I couldn't even feel the pain anymore.For the last three years, I had climbed into countless men's beds or given them a strip dance. I had worn a dog collar while crawling in a cage, allowing them to burn me with their cigars or throw cash in my face.All the humiliating and degrading things I had endured with gritted teeth were for the sake of accumulating enough money to pay for that exorbitant medical bill, so that Marco would open his eyes and

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