LOGINOn the day my sight returned, our family doctor, Anna Leone, stood right in front of me and mouthed to my husband, Don Marco Vitale, "Double the lubricant tonight. I promise it'll send you straight to heaven, my Don." Marco pressed a gentle kiss to my eyes. Then he turned away and replied with the same silent lip movements, "You little tease. That mouth of yours—and the one below—I'm crazy about them both." The two of them exchanged a knowing smile, convinced their secret was flawless. What they didn't know was that not only had my vision fully recovered—I was also fluent in lip-reading. My gaze drifted to the bottle of lubricant sitting brazenly in the wall cabinet. I said nothing. Instead, I quietly sent a single text message: [Papa, I've decided to come home.] In three days, I would vanish completely. All I would leave behind for them would be the hollowed-out fortune of billions—and that bottle of "lubricant" I had replaced with high-strength industrial superglue.
View MoreOne year later, the warm winter sunlight streamed into the top-floor office.Holding a cup of coffee, I stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing down at the city below. Once, it had been ruled with an iron fist by the Vitale family. Now, it bore my name.On the desk, the headline of an international financial newspaper stood out boldly: [CR Group Completes Final Acquisition of Vitale Family's Overseas Assets — The Vitale Era Officially Ends.]Adrian knocked and stepped inside, handing me a yellowed document. It was the marriage certificate from the day Marco and I wed.Suddenly, I remembered how careful he had been back then—holding that certificate as if it were something sacred before placing it inside a safe. He had once said it was more precious than all the wealth in the world. And yet later, it was he who personally pushed me into hell."Principessa, all procedures are complete. Marco no longer has any legal assets under his name."I took the document. With a flick
Marco looked at me—and actually smiled.Kneeling on the ground, even in such a miserable state, he still wore an expression of deep affection."Camilla, as long as it's you, you can do anything to me. Are you going to kill me? If I die by your hand, I'll accept it willingly.""Kill you?" I let out a soft laugh. "That would be far too easy for you."I snapped my fingers.Adrian stepped forward with a small audio player.A recording filled the silent church—the last secret we had forced out of Anna before she died."The car accident back then… it was arranged by Don Vitale. He said if you went blind, you'd have to rely on him forever… you'd never be able to leave him. He also deliberately delayed the rescue…"The recording echoed through the vast, hollow chapel.The tender expression on Marco's face froze instantly."No… that's not how it was. I loved you too much! I was afraid of losing you!"I walked up to him, my eyes cold as ice."Love? You dare to call that love? Marco,
The largest casino in Sichelly glittered with extravagant splendor. Marco stormed into the VIP hall with a large group of subordinates, murderous intent radiating from him."Tell your boss to come out and see me!"Before the casino manager could respond, the sharp rhythm of high heels echoed from the spiral staircase on the second floor."Mr. Vitale, with such a temper, you'd better be careful your wounds don't split open."'That voice…' Marco jerked his head up.A woman in a red backless gown was descending the stairs slowly.I removed the black veil covering my face, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face. The eyes he had once kissed countless times—now bright and razor-sharp—met his gaze directly.It was me. Camilla.And yet, not the same timid Camilla he once knew.At this moment, my presence filled the room like a queen."Camilla…"Marco stared at me, his eyes blazing with a mad mixture of greed and possessiveness.I gestured for my men to raise their guns toward hi
Three months passed. Marco mobilized every force at his disposal, searching relentlessly for any trace of me.But I had vanished as if erased from the world itself—without leaving even the faintest clue behind.Marco grew more irritable by the day.The damage to his body had twisted his mind into something darker. At the slightest displeasure, he would order the execution of his own trusted subordinates.His men now lived under a constant cloud of fear and suspicion.The rival family seized the opportunity and aggressively swallowed up Marco's territory.The once-dominant Vitale family was beginning to show unmistakable signs of decline.Late at night, Marco would drink himself into a stupor and curl up on the bed where I had once slept, clutching a nightgown I had left behind. It was one I used to wear, still carrying the faint scent of jasmine."Camilla… you're so cruel…"He buried his face in the fabric and whimpered quietly.Only when people lose everything do they realiz
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