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Once I arrived home, I went straight up to the bedroom. My body still felt a bit tired after the exhausting morning at the clinic. I changed into comfortable clothes, then sat on the edge of the bed."Fly me to the moon... Let me play among the stars..."I sang softly, not loud, not for anyone. Just to shake off the remnants of nervousness still settled in my chest. My voice flowed gently, filling the quiet room."Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars..."I remembered my childhood. When I still had a father and mother.My phone buzzed.I looked at the screen. Mia."Hello?""Lucia, I want to meet.""Where?" I asked."The park near your house. I'm already here."I didn't wait any longer. I ran out of the room, down the hallway, through the living room, out the front door. I didn't tell Alexandro. I didn't want him interfering, and I didn't want him sending Marco or Gianna to "supervise" my meeting with Mia.The park near the house was quiet. Just a few wooden benches under

Alexandro came home earlier than usual. I heard the car in the garage, the sound of the door opening, the heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. I was still lying on the bed, still hugging my pillow, still with eyes swollen from crying.He entered. Didn't knock. Didn't say hello. He walked straight to the bed and sat down next to me."Lulu," he called."I'm hungry," I said."What?""I'm hungry. I want to eat out.""Davina said you didn't like the food. She changed it three times. The cooks are confused. They're afraid of getting fired.""That's not the issue.""Then what is?"I didn't answer. I didn't want to say that I was jealous. I didn't want to say that Davina's smile made me sick. I didn't want to say that I was afraid my husband would be attracted to that beautiful, competent woman."Is Davina not good at preparing food?" he asked."That's not it.""Then why don't you want to eat at home?""I just want to eat out. I'm tired of eating at home every day."Alexandro sighed. "Fine.

Day after day passed. Davina worked as usual.Davina never complained.She carried out her duties like a perfect machine. The dining table was always neatly set. The master bedroom was always fragrant and clean. Alexandro's clothes were ironed with precision, not a single wrinkle left. Even Alexandro's morning coffee always arrived right on time at 6:30, no more, no less, at the perfect temperature, not too hot, not too cold.She was too perfect, and it made me dislike her even more.I had often heard that Asian people love to smile. They smile even when they're angry. Smile even when they're tired. Smile even when they're in pain. I didn't know if that was culture or just pretense. What I did know was that Davina's smile made me want to pull her hair out.One day, I deliberately spilled coffee on the dining table. I wanted to see if she would get angry."Damn, the coffee spilled," I said in an annoyed tone. "I don't like coffee. I want tea."Davina smiled. "Very well, Madam. I'll rep

Author's PovOn the twenty-seventh floor of the office, the lights were dim. Only the glow from the computer monitor lit the room. Alexandro sat behind the mahogany desk, his face cold under the screen's glare. Marco stood beside him, tablet in hand, face tense as usual.The monitor displayed a dark web site. A page that ordinary people couldn't access. A page that could only be entered through a special network. A page that sold human lives like merchandise.Lucia De Luca's name was still displayed there.A photo of Lucia taken from a distance, maybe while she was walking on campus, or when she was getting out of the car. The sunlight caught her wavy hair. Her face wasn't very clear, but clear enough to be recognized."The price went up again, Sir. Last month it was still $400,000. Now it's $500,000. This isn't normal. Usually prices drop over time, not rise," Marco said.Alexandro didn't answer. His eyes remained fixed on the screen. His fingers stopped on the mouse, not moving."So

The underground prison was located beneath Alexandro's safe house on the outskirts of the city. Not a luxurious house. An ordinary house, inconspicuous, like other houses in the simple residential complex, but beneath it, there was a room that the neighbors could never have imagined.Thick concrete walls, cement floor, dim lighting from a bare bulb hanging from the low ceiling. The air was damp, cold, and the smell of earth mixed with the smell of iron.Isabella sat on a wooden chair in the middle of the room. Her hands weren't handcuffed. Her legs weren't chained. There were no signs of torture on her body. She had been here for several days.The iron door opened with a creaking sound.Isabella blinked. Her eyes, already accustomed to the dimness, were slightly dazzled as light from the hallway entered. A man stood at the door. Neat black suit, perfectly styled hair, blank face without expression. Marco.He entered. The iron door closed behind him. His voice echoed in the narrow room