Todos los capítulos de His Loyalty Test Killed Me: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Early the next morning, Luca used his spare key to unlock the iron door to the basement.A foul stench of mold and medicine rolled out. The woman from next door took one look inside and stumbled back, covering her mouth with one hand.She knew that stench all too well. Her own mother had died the same way."Something's happened! Somebody get help!" she shouted.I lay beside the bed, my face ashen, my lips cracked and peeling.On the nightstand sat half a glass of cold water, and beside it was a bottle of painkillers with most of the pills gone.When Luca saw the diagnosis report in my hand, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the floor."Oh God… I should have forced the door open yesterday."…While the commotion echoed through the narrow alleys of Palarmo's old quarter, Federico sat at the dining table in his manor, taking his time over a plate of fried eggs. Julia handed him a cup of coffee, her fingertips brushing lightly over the back of his hand."Sounds like quite

On the third day, Federico finally turned on my phone.One corner of the screen was cracked. I'd damaged it when the pain made me lose my balance and sent me tumbling down the basement stairs. To save money, I'd never gotten it fixed.Federico typed in my birthday. The phone remained locked.He tried his own. It was still locked.After a moment's thought, he entered the date we'd registered our marriage, and the screen lit up.He stared at it for a long time without moving.Our chat thread was still pinned at the top. The last message was from the night I died."Federico, I really don't feel well. It hurts so much. Could you come home early?"There was no reply.He scrolled further up."Luca came asking about the rent today. I covered it for now.""Your shoes are falling apart. I got you another pair at the flea market. Remember to wear them.""My test results might not be good. Do you have time to talk?""Never mind. You're too tired today. We can talk another time."Fed

On the day of the succession ceremony, the main hall of Moretti Manor was buzzing with activity. Candlelight flickered from the bronze sconces along the walls, illuminating a painting of the Virgin Mary beneath the high, vaulted ceiling.The hall was packed shoulder-to-shoulder. Everyone was there—Capos of the Moretti family, visiting delegates from Corvella and Caviano, and a special envoy, Dante Lombardi, who had been sent all the way from Novara by the Commission.They were all dressed in black suits, each wearing a silver olive-branch brooch on the collar. This was the highest-profile gathering in the Sicellian underworld.Federico stood before the altar, clad in a three-piece suit of midnight black, his necktie replaced by the deep crimson of the family crest. After five long years as the Underboss, this was the night he had been waiting for.Claudia sat in an armchair in the front row, the gilded backrest reflecting the barely concealed pride on her face.Behind the heavy dr

My funeral was held in the small chapel of the church-run orphanage.Lucia said that since I had never lived in a bright, sunlit house while I was alive, the Morettis had no right to take me away after my death.The chapel was small but spotless. Led by Lucia, the children placed handmade, white paper flowers before my portrait one by one. The flowers were crooked and imperfect, but each one was made with love.And then, Federico arrived.He stood outside the iron gate, holding an old cardboard box in his arms. His suit was crumpled, his face unshaven, and his eyes so deeply sunken that he looked like a completely different man.The security guard stopped him. "Ms. Bellini said you're not allowed in.""I just want to see her one last time," Federico rasped, his voice raw and broken.Lucia stepped out of the chapel. In the three months since they had last seen each other, her hair had turned almost entirely gray. Her eyes were swollen, and she had lost a considerable amount of we

The day the compensation money arrived, the orphanage got a new roof.Sicelly's rainy season was coming again. In the past, whenever it rained, the children had to use washbasins to catch the water dripping through the leaks. The steady dripping would continue all night.They wouldn't have to do that anymore.A new classroom was built too. Lucia named it "Sera's Reading Room".I had asked her not to put my name on it, but she said the children deserved to know who had made all this possible.A photo of me hung by the entrance. I was wearing a white dress, my hair tied back in a ponytail, and smiling a little shyly. The photo had been taken the year I graduated from college.Back then, I hadn't met Federico yet. I hadn't learned to swallow all my pain and keep it to myself.Now, the children sat studying in their bright classroom. Sunlight poured through the new windows, scattering across their desks like flecks of gold.Lucia would often sit by the windowsill, pull up the last