All Chapters of The Girl No One Believed: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The second I hit the hospital doors, pain tore through my chest like a blade.I doubled over, coughing so hard I couldn't breathe.Sweat dripped down my face as I grabbed the wall for balance.Then I heard it—smooth, steady, way too familiar."Emilia?"Antonio Santoro.My fiancé. And the freaking mafia boss.I tried to pull back, but his hand clamped around my wrist."Emilia, what are you doing here? Viviana's been freaking out. You're supposed to be in the hospital. Snuck out again to dodge treatment, didn't you?"I dropped my gaze. Viviana Bellanti wasn't treating me—she was straight-up torturing me.But what was the point in saying anything? No one ever listened. And I was running out of time anyway.Pain slammed into my lungs. I bent over, choking on it.Antonio just frowned, like I was being dramatic again.He sighed, trying to play nice."Emilia, seriously? Viviana's your sister. Why would she hurt you? Let's go. She adjusted your meds 'cause of the paranoia. Just s

When I came to, I was back in my hospital bed.Outside, Viviana's voice slipped through the door. "Antonio, I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened—maybe an allergic reaction or something."His voice cut like ice. "An allergic reaction? Viviana, what the hell were you thinking giving her untested meds? She's barely hanging on as it is!"Viviana's voice cracked. "I didn't mean for this to happen. I just wanted her to get better fast, be strong for the wedding. I didn't think she'd react like that..."Antonio let out a tired sigh. "Be more careful. She's too fragile for this. Don't screw up again."That was it?He let her off that easy?Not even a second opinion?If he brought in literally anyone else, he'd see—I'm actually dying.My chest burned with that ugly twist of betrayal. I shut my eyes as tears slid down.But even if he knew... what would it change? I'd still be gone.The door creaked open. Antonio stepped in.His face softened when he saw me awake. "Emilia, hey. Ho

Viviana froze. For a second, something smug flashed across her face—then poof, gone. She slapped on a fake grief act fast."What? Emilia's dead? That can't be..." Fake gasp, teary eyes, hand to her mouth.But Antonio caught it—that smug little smile.His gut twisted. He squeezed her throat. "Still faking?"She clawed at him, face flushed, eyes wild.But still no confession. "An...Antonio, w-what are you saying...I don't get it..."His eyes went stone cold. He squeezed harder.She thrashed, face blazing red, eyes full-on panic.He didn't stop until she was barely conscious.Viviana hit the floor, gasping, coughing like her lungs were on fire. Her eyes—pure fear, laced with hate."Why?" Antonio's voice dropped, low and deadly. "Why'd you do that to Emilia? She was your sister."She just lay there, panting, hair a mess, mascara running.Then she looked up—and grinned. "Why? Because I hated her."She was better than me at everything. She was supposed to stay an orphan. But no—

Antonio left the cemetery and headed straight to the basement where Viviana was locked up.The place reeked—blood, damp air, pure rot.In the corner, Viviana lay crumpled, filthy, her clothes shredded and stained. Her limbs were bent wrong, wounds still oozing. His men had done exactly what he told them—keep her breathing, nothing more.She flinched at the sound of his steps. When she saw him, her eyes went wide with panic.Then she crawled to him, grabbed his leg, sobbing."Antonio! I messed up! I know I did! Please, let me go! I swear I'll never lie again—please, just this once!"Antonio looked down at her like she was dirt.He kicked her off, voice flat. "Bring me the whip."One of his guys handed it over—saltwater-soaked, brutal.Antonio took it without blinking. His eyes were dead."Viviana," he said, voice colder than a grave, "remember what you did to Emilia? How you made her suffer like hell?"He raised the whip and cracked it across her back.Viviana screamed, fold