All Chapters of Touch Me And You're Dead[English] : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 01The marble floors of the Alegre mansion gleamed under Hilda's careful ministrations, each stroke of her cloth removing another speck of dust from the imported Italian tiles. The second-floor hallway stretched before her like an endless corridor of servitude, its walls adorned with oil paintings worth more than she'd see in a lifetime. Despite the distance, the raised voices from the ground floor cut through the mansion's opulent silence like knives through silk."HILDA!"The thunderous roar of Hector Alegre's voice made her freeze mid-stroke. The wet cloth slipped from her trembling fingers, landing with a soft splat on the freshly cleaned floor. Her heart hammered against her ribs— that tone never meant anything good.She scrambled to her feet, gathering the hem of her black maid's uniform as she rushed toward the grand staircase. The fabric was worn thin from years of use, a hand-me-down from servants who'd long since moved on to better lives. Her bare feet slapped again

Chapter 03In the depths of a dimly lit apartment in Palermo, Arthur Cage Nicastro lay sprawled across a bare mattress, his designer suit wrinkled and stained from sleepless nights. His arm draped across his forehead, attempting to shield himself from memories that haunted him even in darkness. The million-euro watch on his wrist—a Patek Philippe that could buy several lifetimes of comfort—ticked away seconds that felt like centuries.The room reeked of despair and expensive whiskey. Empty bottles littered the floor like fallen soldiers, their amber contents long since consumed in futile attempts to drown out the screaming in his head. Three laptops lay scattered among crumpled papers—each screen dark, each containing encrypted communications with his family in Sicily, financial records of the Nicastro family's operations, and intelligence reports that could topple governments.This was the private hell of the man who controlled the Nicastro crime family's operations—a mafia boss who

Chapter 05The cold Italian air bit at Hilda's exposed skin as she stumbled through the unfamiliar streets, her heart still pounding from her narrow escape at the airport. The adrenaline that had carried her through her desperate flight was beginning to fade, replaced by a bone-deep exhaustion and the crushing weight of her situation. She had managed to get far from the airport—the sounds of aircraft and bustling crowds had long since faded into the distance—but the memory of those two brave women who had risked everything to help her haunted every step she took.*What happened to them?* The question gnawed at her conscience like a persistent wound. The blonde woman with the kind blue eyes, the dark-haired woman who had knelt to adjust her shoes with such unexpected tenderness—were they safe? Had they escaped the wrath of Truson's men, or had they paid the price for their compassion? The uncertainty was almost unbearable, adding another layer of guilt to the fear that already consumed

Chapter 07"Take her."Those were the words I heard before someone opened the compartment, and several men helped me sit up and gently lifted me out of the confined space. My legs were stiff from being cramped in the small area for so long, and I stumbled slightly as they supported my weight.Compared to Truson's men, these people weren't as frightening—probably because they didn't look like bouncers and weren't carrying large, intimidating weapons. More importantly, they didn't drag me roughly or handle me with the casual brutality I had come to expect. Their touch was firm but not cruel, professional rather than sadistic."Sorry, but we need to cover your eyes," said a man who looked Filipino. He indeed covered my eyes with what felt like a soft cloth rather than a rough blindfold.Someone took hold of my arm and guided me forward with surprising gentleness. The first thing I noticed when I emerged from the compartment was that there were many facilities in this place. I could hear

# Chapter 09"What?"My eyes widened in shock after Gabriel told me that their boss had tried to kill Aron, and because of that incident, Aron never returned home."Then why does your boss still seem concerned about his son? Why do I still need to watch him?" I asked, looking at Gabriel with suspicion and growing unease.I started thinking deeply about the implications. Could it be that they planned to use me to track the boss's son so they could finish him off permanently? The thought sent a chill down my spine—was I being turned into an unwitting accomplice to an assassination?I looked in another direction, my mind reeling. Why were there parents like that? How could they do such things to their own children? The casual way Gabriel had mentioned attempted murder between father and son was deeply disturbing, yet it seemed to be treated as just another family complication in this world."The truth is, once the boss holds a gun, he never fails to pull the trigger. I'm just wondering i