His Betrayal Forged My Ruthless Soul
Seven years ago, my fiancé, Don Dante Moretti, sent me to prison to take the fall for my adopted sister, Chiara. He called it a gift-a way to protect me from a worse fate.
Today, he picked me up from prison only to abandon me at my family's estate. His reason? Chiara was having another one of her "episodes."
My parents then informed me I'd be staying in the third-floor storage room, so as not to disturb the fragile girl who stole my life.
They celebrated her "recovery" with a lavish dinner party, while I was treated like a ghost. When I refused to join, my mother hissed that I was ungrateful, and my father called me jealous.
They assumed I couldn't understand their venomous whispers. But prison was my university. I learned Spanish. I understood every word.
It was then I realized I wasn't just a sacrifice; I was disposable. The love I once felt for all of them had turned to ash.
That night, in the dusty storage room, I logged onto an encrypted channel I'd set up years ago. A single message was waiting: "The offer stands. Do you accept?" My hands, scarred and steady, typed back, "I accept."
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Chapter 4
Alessia POV:
I was right. Chiara hadn't jumped.
The next morning, the news was silent. No tragedy at the Salinas estate. Just another manufactured crisis. Another desperate bid for the spotlight.
I worked my final shift at the diner, collected the handful of crumpled bills that passed for a week's pay, and retreated to the cramped room I rented above it. For a moment, the quiet was a sanctuary.
Then my phone buzzed, shattering the peace. A text from Giuliana.
Family meeting. Now. It's about the engagement.
The engagement. My engagement. The one Dante had sworn was ours alone. A familiar dread coiled in my gut. I knew exactly what this was.
I made the familiar, grim walk back to the estate, a lamb returning to the slaughterhouse one last time. They were all assembled in the formal living room: my parents, Giuliana, and Dante, with Chiara clinging to his arm like a rare, poisonous orchid.
My mother, Isabella, spoke first, her voice dripping with practiced concern. "Alessia, darling. As you know, Chiara's health is so... fragile. Her doctor feels the stress of her situation has become life-threatening. He believes the security of an engagement-it would give her the will to live."
"We need you to make one more small sacrifice," my father added, his gaze fixed on a spot on the far wall. "For your sister. For the family. You need to release Dante from his promise."
The room fell silent. All eyes pinned me in place. I dragged my gaze to Dante. "And you? You agree with this?"
He flinched, finally looking at me, his eyes a storm of conflict. "It's not what I want, Alia. You know that. But it's a temporary measure-a pretense, to keep her stable. Please."
A pretense. My life, my future, my love-all reduced to a prop in their never-ending drama. I looked at their expectant faces, the carefully constructed trap. Fighting them was pointless, a battle I had lost before I was even born. But I could choose my own terms of surrender.
"Fine," I said. The word dropped into the silence like a stone.
They stared, stunned by my swift compliance. Chiara was the most shocked of all. A flicker of raw fury crossed her face before she expertly rearranged it into a mask of wounded fragility. My surrender wasn't enough. She needed my utter humiliation.
"That's not enough," she whispered, her voice a theatrical tremble. She picked up a silver letter opener from the desk beside her, pressing the sharp tip against the translucent skin of her wrist. "I need your blessing. I need you to kneel and bless our union."
My parents gasped. Dante took a half-step forward, his face darkening like a thundercloud.
"I'll do it," I said, my voice impossibly calm, cutting through the tension. "On one condition."
I locked my eyes on Chiara, holding her captive in my gaze.
"You kneel first. You kneel and thank me for the seven years I served in your place. For the life you stole from me."
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9.7
I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing.
During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me.
I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst.
She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side.
"Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house."
I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip.
My heart went completely dead.
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I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table.
"I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."
7.5
I was Nyx, a top-tier covert operative. But when I opened my eyes, I was trapped in the unfamiliar, overweight body of a bullied girl named Eliza.
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I even intercepted a private conversation between his parents.
"Once she's in a private facility, she loses all legal standing. We can sign anything we want on her behalf."
They planned to lock me up in a mental asylum and erase my existence entirely to get rid of the "trailer park trash."
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