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Semua Bab I Sold My Eyes To See Her Lies: Bab 1 - Bab 8

8 Bab

Chapter 1

“Sera, let me borrow the Aston. I want to take the guys for a spin.”Heavy bass rattled the penthouse windows.Gia, wearing a barely-there slip dress, pressed herself against my boyfriend, Rocco. She looked at me with a mix of defiance and fake innocence.My blood ran cold.The phantom pain of eighteen bullets screaming through my nerves hit me.I was reborn.Back to Halloween Eve.In my last life, this was the exact moment Gia got her hands on my keys.The following night, she got high, tore through the streets of Brooklyn, and slaughtered Don Coppola’s Donna and heir.Then she cried in Rocco’s arms.And my boyfriend—the man I’d funded for years—handed a fake video to the Don, signing my death warrant.Seeing me frozen, Rocco reached into my purse without a second thought.“What are you spacing out for? Gia wants to borrow the car.”He pulled out the Aston Martin key fob and held it out to her.Gia reached for it with a triumphant smirk.I snapped out of it. I snatched the keys from R

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Chapter 2

My bodyguards threw Rocco and his friends out of my apartment like garbage.The sight of them disgusted me. I grabbed the Aston Martin keys and headed straight for the elevator.I drove the rare sports car myself, deep into the Sterling family’s highest-security private garage.Retinal scan.Fingerprint unlock.A twenty-four-hour infrared laser grid.The blast-proof door boomed shut. Only then did I lean against the steering wheel and let out a breath.But a primal sense of danger still choked me.The cold steel of the enforcer's gun against my forehead. The searing pain of eighteen bullets tearing through my flesh. The memory was a venomous snake coiling around my spine.Just locking up the car wasn't enough.If they wanted to frame me, they would find a way.I had to create the perfect alibi. Ironclad proof that I couldn’t have been driving.I pulled out my phone and dialed Dr. Evans, a top private ophthalmologist I knew.“Dr. Evans, my genetic eye condition just rapidly deteriorated

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Chapter 3

“I haven’t left this hospital.” My voice was ice in the darkness.“Cut the bullshit!”Heavy footsteps charged me. It was Rocco.He grabbed the collar of my hospital gown and yanked me off the bench.“Seraphina, you selfish, cold-blooded snake!” His voice was desperate to condemn me. “You think you can hide in a hospital and play sick after what you did? You’re coming with me! You’re going to get on your knees and beg the Don for mercy!”“Get off me!”Acting on instinct, I slapped his hand away. Hard.“Rocco, if you’re insane, get help!” I snapped. “I don’t have time for your games!”Gia’s weak, tearful voice piped up right on cue.“Sera… please, just stop arguing,” she sobbed, her heels clicking closer. “It was two lives! I know you’re used to acting untouchable, but you can’t let your friends take the fall for you. Don’t drag your family down. Just confess!”Her performance was the spark that lit the fuse.“Confess? She’s paying with her life!”A murderous male voice cut through the a

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Chapter 4

Cold night wind hit my eyes. My corneas were freshly harvested. A sharp pain stabbed me. I grabbed my face on pure reflex. Tears poured down my pale cheeks. The air went dead silent. The only sound was the metallic click of guns cocking in the dark.A few seconds passed. The mobsters gasped. "Jesus, what's wrong with her eyes?" "She's blind!" "A blind chick sensitive to light? Driving a sports car in the middle of the night? A hit-and-run? No way."I heard a heavy thud. The hitman's Glock dropped to the concrete.Gia’s shrill voice broke the silence. "Impossible! She must have gouged them out to get away with it! She's faking it!"What a stupid bitch. I could hear the thugs shifting uncomfortably, muttering at her sheer stupidity. Bam. The terrace doors flew open. "Stop right there!"Dr. Evans rushed in with a dozen heavily armed tactical guards. Our family's best. They drew their weapons and surrounded the Brooklyn mob. I heard the loud click of tactical flashlights blinding

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Chapter 5

"Sera, my baby." Warm hands gripped my arm. My mother, Eleanor. She was always so cold and regal. Now? Her voice was shaking. I squeezed back. I told her I was fine."Fine?" Eleanor's voice spiked. Pure Old Money matriarch energy. "A Sterling daughter does not take this!" She sounded like ice. "I called the best lawyers in New York. Max security. Anyone who pointed a gun at you tonight? Dead meat."She turned to her assistant. "Tap the offshore accounts. Wipe out all of Rocco's underground businesses. Total financial slaughter. Before sunrise, I want him bankrupt. Call Wall Street. Block his credit."My heart stopped. Memories of my past life bit me like a snake. In my last life, my proud mother did exactly this. She declared war on the Mob to avenge me. The result? A bloodbath. The Mob wiped out the entire Sterling family. Gone.Guilt and pure hate boiled in my chest. Gia. Rocco. Those leeches. I wanted them in pieces. I hugged my mother tight. Breathed in her expensive perfu

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Chapter 6

I actually laughed. "You think I'm joking? Pay it back. Or my lawyers will make sure you drop the soap in federal prison for life. Get out.""You bitch!" He cursed and lunged at me. The guards dragged him out kicking and screaming.The second he left, I made a call. An encrypted line to New York's top private intel firm. Money talks. Hours later, my phone rang. The broker read the top-secret intel to me. The dashcam definitely showed a face identical to mine. But he found something deadly. My loyal chief of security? He was Rocco's secret adoptive father.It all made sense. The dad made spare keys. He disabled my military-grade garage security. I hired top cyber experts instantly. They dug into the data overnight. Bingo.The lead expert called. He narrated the unedited 4K footage frame by frame. The person driving my Aston Martin? Gia. And Rocco's background? He wasn't some washed-up fighter. He was trained by the city's top black-market forger. Gia wore a Hollywood-grade silicone

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Chapter 7

Months passed quietly in the VIP suite. Good news came from Europe. My mother worked her magic. She found a perfect donor. Three days later, I went into surgery.A month later. The doctor unwrapped my bandages. Early autumn sunlight hit my face. Bright. Alive. My sight was back. 100%.I walked out of the hospital straight to my Fifth Avenue jewelry studio. The heiress life was back on track. At lunch, my assistant brought me coffee. Whispered the latest gossip.Word on the street? Rocco owed the Mob massive loan shark debt. Now there's a bounty on his head. He vanished. Not even the slums had seen him. I didn't even look up. Just sipped my Geisha coffee. This was only the beginning.I wanted them completely ruined. So I pitched a crazy plan to Don Coppola. Use me as bait. I pulled all my visible security. Left barely any shadows.One evening, I stayed late at the studio. I rejected my driver's call. Sent him home. I was alone on the top floor.11 PM. I grabbed my Birkin and walked

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Chapter 8

"How did you escape the Don?" I stared at her. Faking absolute shock.Gia looked smug. "Money talks, Sera. Not even the Mob can hold someone willing to drop their entire net worth." She flipped her hair. Looked at Rocco. Crazy eyes. "We use her face. Drain her trust fund. Pay off the sharks. And disappear forever."Rocco nodded hard. Looked at me like a snake. "If you hadn't frozen my Black Card, I wouldn't have to risk this!" he hissed. "You forced my hand!"I thrashed in the chair. Made it rattle. "You're insane! Even with my face, the DNA and fingerprints won't match! My lawyers will know!" I warned them.Gia stepped up. Pinched my cheeks hard. Her nails dug into my skin. "Let me enlighten you, princess."Rocco sneered. Pulled a metal case from his ruined suit. He opened it. Thin clear films. A syringe full of liquid. "Biometric fingerprint films. State of the art," he held them up. His eyes gleamed. "Plus, I bought off an NYPD forensics tech. With enough cash, I could forge Go

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