All Chapters of Don Emilio's Redemption: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Father,” I said when I finally dared to call back my father. I had ten missed calls from him. Even after Emilio left, I couldn’t bring myself to speak to him because I was ashamed.“You finally decided to pick up my calls. Your insolence is getting out of hand.”I was this close to hanging up on him because I wasn’t in the mood to speak to him and listen to him insult me. I had just made out with a murderer, and two days before, I committed felonies for the same man. My mind was all over the place.“I was in the shower,” I lied. I hated lying to my father because he could always tell. I didn’t know how, but somehow, he always knew. “What did you need?”“You’re coming for lunch tomorrow. Your mother wants to see you.”He was always using my mother as an excuse. He was also always speaking for her. She wasn’t allowed free will to even speak to her children if my father didn’t allow it. If he was angry at either Sandro or me, she wasn’t allowed to speak to us until we apologized.I didn

I tried screaming, but it didn’t work because I was gagged. I knew what was coming next, and my brother was a short distance away, but I couldn’t even do anything to save myself.I dropped my purse and tried to fight him off, but he was ultimately stronger than me.From his scent and voice, I knew that it was Emilio. I already knew I was going to face the consequences of my actions, but I wasn’t ready for all of it. After everything my father told me about him, I knew he was worse than I thought he was.He put me over his shoulder and threw me in the front seat of his car. In one swift movement, he jumped over to the driver’s side of his car and got in. I didn’t even have time to plot how I was going to escape.He drove out of the parking lot at lightning speed. Since my hands weren’t tied, I removed the gag from my mouth. I wanted to scream and shout, but I was scared. We were going too fast for my liking.“Stop, you’re going too fast,” I said as I watched the city turn into nothing

That fucking bastard drove me home like everything was normal. When we reached my apartment, he even had the nerve to carry me upstairs. I wanted to reject his offer, but I had sprained my ankle.It must have happened when I was running away from him in heels. I didn’t even notice how painful it was until we reached my apartment building. It must have been all the adrenaline rush in my body and the fear in my body.He carried me bridal style to my apartment. Surprisingly, it wasn’t in the same state as I had left it. My apartment had been cleaned, and it was spotless, to the point where you could eat off the floor.“Won’t you thank me for getting someone to clean your mess?” He asked, as if to spite me. He already knew how much I hated it that he had access to my personal space without my consent. Not only was he infringing on my privacy, but he dared to rub it on my face.I didn’t speak to him because I was mad. I was still covered in blood from a man I didn’t know, and I was still i

“My career will not take this hit. Yours will survive.” He said. “Dad will never forgive me for this, but he might forgive you. He expects you to fuck up.”I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My own brother was speaking about how he wanted to throw me under the bus for his mistakes. Why was I even surprised? He never suffered real consequences for anything wrong he ever did.Meanwhile, I suffered for things I didn’t even do.“Do you even realize what you are asking me to do?” I asked.I should have known the only reason my brother would come to visit me was to ask me to admit to making a mistake for him. How could he do this to me? I was his only sister, and yet, he only saw me as a pawn in his game.“Your career can take a hit. It's not like you’re even doing well at the moment. People think you set a criminal free. This incident is a permanent stain on your record, Chiara. Your career is already over. There’s no point in dragging mine along with yours.”Was he right? Was my caree

As soon as I was at my apartment, I broke down. I walked to my liquor cabinet and poured myself a scotch. I had never been a girl who liked wine. I only took it because it was proper for women to consume it.I kept a bottle of expensive scotch in the cabinet for rainy days. I took two shots before I poured an entire glass and walked to my balcony. There was a pack of cigarettes hidden in the drawers that I grabbed before I went outside.I wasn’t a big smoker, but I liked to do it from time to time when I was heavily drinking. I took off my coat and put on sad music to soothe my dark mood. Tears gathered in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.I had already cried enough for an entire year. I wasn’t going to wallow in my silence and be pitiful. I had to be strong enough to face the bar because they were going to call me in for questioning.I lit a cigarette and smoked as I drank scotch.“Who would have guessed the innocent-looking Chiara Moretti smokes?” Emilio asked. He leaned agai