All Chapters of After I Was Sentenced to Death by the Three Men I Loved, Their True Punishment Began: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The fire in my veins intensified. My consciousness began to spiral into darkness.Strength drained from my body. Even the sting of steel cuffs chafing my wrists raw began to feel distant.Sylvia's voice was sickly sweet, laced with malice. "Look, it's working! Soon everyone will know how vicious this bitch really is!"The men below whispered and pointed."Goes to show you can't judge a book by its cover. An ungrateful snake like her should be fitted for cement shoes and dropped in the ocean!""She always acted so quiet, like some kind of saint, but she's twisted inside.""She should look in the mirror. A piece of trash like her thinks she's worthy of being the Don's wife? Good thing she's not our future Donna, or the Corleone family would be done for."Rocco's face was impassive. He watched as if I were a piece of trash being tossed into an incinerator.Everyone was waiting. Waiting for me to break, to confess, to recount every detail of my conspiracy with the Petrovs.I was semi-consc

Under the harsh glare of the camera, I did not hesitate. "It's a deal.""Quick to answer, are you not," Vasiliev sneered, twirling the syringe between his fingers."But I must warn you, little girl. I have one rule. Not a word of this surgery can ever get out.""Someone else might even take the credit, take your place in his bed. You'd have no regrets?"I looked up, my eyes as calm as deep water."As long as he lives, who gets the credit doesn't matter. I don't care."A sharp, collective gasp echoed through the hall. To trade a lifetime of health for a man's life, only to hand the credit to someone else...It was a madness no one could comprehend.Rocco was frozen.He stared at the screen, his chest heaving, his breath catching in his throat.He remembered. He remembered it all.When he woke up from the surgery, the first person he saw was Sylvia.She was slumped over his bedside, her eyes red and swollen. She brought him a glass of water, her voice trembling as she told him she had p

He had always believed he owed Sylvia his life.He had never imagined that it was a life I had bought with one of my ears and lifelong nerve damage.In the video, I lay in a pool of my own blood, more of it spilling from the corner of my mouth. "The Butcher" glanced down at me, didn't bother with a second shot, and turned to walk away.His men dragged Caleb out the door.I was left behind in that meeting room, discarded like a piece of trash.Later, the heavy door creaked open, pushed by a trembling old woman with the look of a gypsy.She found me on the floor, calling to her neighbors to help carry me back to her small, leaky stone hut.The rest of the footage was fragmented.The old woman used crude herbs to stop the bleeding and a kerosene lamp to sterilize the wound. With her calloused hands, she slowly pulled me back from the brink of death.I lay on that creaking, broken bed for three months.My right ear was permanently deaf. My left was plagued by severe tinnitus. Any sound eve

This last piece of footage was not the cold, static-filled feed from a security camera.It was a video I recorded myself, the camera focused on my face.I recorded it the night before the tribunal, alone in my bedroom.In the video, my face was already pale, without a trace of blood. I was wrapped in a simple cashmere shawl, propped up against the headboard, my right hand still trembling uncontrollably.My voice was soft, slow, as if afraid to disturb something."If you are seeing this video," I smiled faintly at the camera, "then I suppose I am already gone."The entire tribunal hall held its breath.In the video, I looked first toward something off-camera."Rocco." My voice was soft. Rocco jolted."I was twelve the first time I saw you, at my father's party. You were wearing a black suit, standing beside my father, and the corners of your eyes would crinkle when you smiled.""I knew in that moment that I was going to marry you.""Later, you were engaged to me. Then you became the Don

A terrified scream was caught in Sylvia's throat.Rocco dragged her like a sack of garbage to the metal cart with the IV stand. The syringe still contained the unused poison.Rocco tore off the needle.The family doctor tried to step forward, but a single look from Miles forced him back against the wall.With one hand, Rocco forced Sylvia's jaw open.Then, he poured the rest of the dark red poison into her mouth.A choked gurgle was the only sound as the toxin burned through Sylvia's nerves, inch by inch.Her body convulsed violently, the whites of her eyes rolled back. Her rosy cheeks hollowed and turned a deathly gray in seconds. Her eyes, which had always been so good at blinking out innocent tears, were now shot through with blood.She collapsed to the floor, her limbs twitching like a crushed insect.Rocco grabbed a letter opener from the dais.It was a silver-handled blade used by generations of Corleone Dons to open letters, its four-inch blade having only ever cut through wax s