After the Bullying Came Revenge

Laura tilted her chin at Roberto, and he walked over.

My anger surged. "If anything happens to her, you'll go to prison!"

Laura laughed coldly, as if she feared nothing in the world.

"Prison? I'm Don Rossi's fiancee. Which cop would dare touch me? If she dies, it's her own fault. If you want to leave, you'll have to beg me."

Carla had just gotten over a cold, and now she was shivering violently. Her face was as pale as iron. I took a deep breath and forced myself to stay calm. I couldn't let anything happen to her.

"Right…"

She grabbed my sleeve, shaking her head. "Novella, don't even listen to her. Wait until Aldo arrives, and she'll regret this. I'm fine. I can hang on. Once we get home, I'll tell Mom what happened. She'll make Aldo pay."

Since we refused to apologize, Laura waved her hand in annoyance. Roberto then began dumping bucket after bucket of ice water on us.

Our clothes were soaked through, and we were freezing so fast I could feel it crawling under my skin. My teeth rattled, and Carla slipped into unconsciousness.

"She's going to die! Call a doctor! If Aldo sees you hurting his sister, he won't forgive you!"

Roberto, who was a ski instructor, immediately noticed Carla's condition.

"Ms. Ferrari, that younger one is really in danger. Maybe we should let her go. If something actually happens to her at the ski resort, it would look bad. Negative publicity would make Don Rossi furious, and I could lose my job."

Laura's smile widened. "I'm not a cruel person. I just want them to apologize. If they still have the energy to refuse, it's obvious they're not dying yet. Unconscious? Don't make me laugh. She's faking it."

Roberto towered over us. "Ms. Ferrari is the future Donna of the Rossi family! The entire resort belongs to her. Apologize now, or you'll never leave. If you keep resisting, no one can save you."

I didn't have time for anger or argument. All I knew was that if I waited a second longer, Carla would die.

"I'm begging you," I said, biting my lip until it bled. "Please, let Carla go back to the room. I'm begging you."

Laura tilted her head, savoring the moment. "You just called me a mistress," she said, smiling triumphantly.

My nails sank into my palms. With each passing second, Carla's breathing grew weaker and slower.

I bent low, choosing my words carefully. "I'm sorry, and I sincerely apologize. I shouldn't have said that. Please don't be angry."

Laura fixed me with a sly, victorious smile.

"What should I do? I'm still mad," she said. "I'm not letting you go."