Don, Why Did You Lock Me in a Coffin for Her

My half sister always had a habit of disappearing.

Every single time my fianc Apollo's men found her and brought her back, Agatha would cry, play the victim, and tell him I was the one behind it.

The ninth time she vanished, Apollo finally snapped.

I still remembered the look in his eyes that night. Cold. Deadly. The kind of look that made grown men lower their heads and pray not to become his next target.

Apollo Riccio. The ruthless Don of De Sangue. The powerful CEO of Riccio Group. The man everyone feared.

He had me dragged to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

I didn't understand what was happening until I saw the coffin waiting in the middle of the concrete floor.

My blood turned cold.

No... I whispered, shaking my head. Apollo, what are you doing?

He stood in front of me with one hand in his pocket while the other lazily spun the ring on his finger. The warehouse lights carved sharp shadows across his features, making him look less like a man and more like the devil himself.

This is your last chance, Elarisse. His voice was dangerously low. Tell me where the fuck Agatha is.

I d-don't know! Tears blurred my vision. I swear I don't know.

Apollo laughed coldly. Still lying to me?

He gave a slight nod.

The next second, his men grabbed me.

I screamed, kicked, and struggled until every muscle ached, but nobody listened.

The coffin lid opened and the moment I saw what was inside, nausea rose violently in my throat.

Maggots writhed across the filthy interior. Rats crawled over rotting wood, their tiny red eyes reflecting the dim warehouse lights.

No! No, Apollo!

I completely lost control.

He knew.

God, he knew! He knew I was terrified of rats and maggots. He knew I couldn't even look at one without panicking and yet he didn't blink.

PUT HER IN.

The men obeyed immediately.

I fought so hard my nails split against their arms, but what could I do against trained soldiers?

Nothingabsolutely nothing!

The lid slammed shut and darkness swallowed me whole.

I heard the lock click then something brushed against my ankle.

A rat.

A scream tore from my throat. Another crawled across my leg while maggots squirmed against my skin. The air inside the coffin felt suffocating. My chest tightened painfully as panic crashed through me.

I pounded desperately against the lid.

Apollo!!! My voice cracked. Please! Please let me out!

My heart was racing.

I had been born with severe hypoglycemia. Ever since I was a child, my blood sugar could drop without warning. If it wasn't treated immediately, I could lose consciousness or even die.

Did he forget that?

Or did he simply not care anymore?

Apollo! I screamed again. I'm telling the truth! I don't know where she is!

Outside the coffin, his voice came through calmly.

Almost casually.

You think I'm stupid?

I sobbed as my fists slammed against the wood.

Apollo, please!

Agatha's missing because of you. His voice turned even colder. So stop wasting my fucking time and tell me where she is.

I don't know! I cried. I swear to God, I don't know!

For several more minutes, he ignored every plea.

The rats kept moving around me. One crawled across my stomach, nearly driving me insane.

Then, through the panic, I suddenly remembered something.

A location.

A photo Agatha had posted on Instagram two days earlier. With the last bit of strength I had left, I screamed, I remember something!

Talk.

The abandoned textile factory on the outskirts of North City! The basement storage room. That's where she was being held a few days ago!

The warehouse fell quiet and a few seconds later, I heard footsteps.

Apollo was leaving but before he walked away, he gave one final order.

Don't let her out.

My heart stopped. What?!

If she's telling the truth, I'll call.

Then he was gone and just like that. He left me inside the coffin with the rats and maggots.

...

Half an hour later, someone finally opened it.

Fresh air rushed into my lungs, but I couldn't even move. My body was drenched in sweat. My heart felt as if it were being ripped apart from the inside.

I passed out before anyone could pull me completely out.

When I woke up the next morning, fever burned through my body.

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling while memories of Apollo replayed over and over in my mind like a cruel joke.

Because once upon a time, Apollo had loved me.

Or at least I thought he did.

Apollo had been my father's closest friend despite being much older than me. Back then, I was a sick little girl who spent more time in hospital rooms than anywhere else, yet I followed him everywhere and invented countless excuses to visit the Riccio estate.

Whenever I lost my appetite, rare delicacies from private auctions and exclusive imports appeared at my doorstep. If I casually mentioned liking a designer dress, it would be waiting in my bedroom the next morning. Money meant nothing to Apollo, not when it came to me.

My father used to laugh whenever he saw us together.

At this rate, Apollo's going to steal you away and make you his wife.

I always denied it yet my face would turn bright red every single time because even then, I loved him.

I loved him so much.

When I turned eighteen, Apollo gave me a confession nobody in the city could forget.

Every major building owned by the Riccio family lit up with my name. Hundreds of black helicopters crossed the night sky carrying the De Sangue insignia while giant holographic projections illuminated the city skyline.

One sentence dominated the darkness.

Elarisse, marry me.

The entire city watched.

The entire underworld watched.

Aboard his private superyacht, surrounded by armed guards and the most powerful figures in the criminal world, Apollo wrapped his arms around me from behind.

His chin rested against my shoulder.

Baby, say yes.

Tears filled my eyes while he pressed a kiss against my temple and slipped a diamond ring onto my finger.

I'll take care of you for the rest of my life. His arms tightened around me. In this life, the next one, and every fucking life after that.

The city lights glittered across the black ocean while helicopters circled overhead like loyal sentinels.

And with tears running down my face, I nodded.

But less than eight months after our engagement, everything fell apart.

The Redd family went bankrupt. Years of pressure, debt, and humiliation crushed my father until his health deteriorated so quickly that even the doctors couldn't stop it.

On the day he died, Apollo stood beside his hospital bed. My father's hand trembled as he grabbed Apollo's wrist.

A-apollo... t-take care of Elara...

He struggled for breath before continuing, And don't ever... don't ever let anyone hurt her.

Apollo's jaw tightened. For a moment, he looked exactly like the man I fell in love with.

You have my word. I'll protect her.

My father passed away a few hours later.

After the funeral, I moved into the Riccio estate.

Back then, everyone in Chicago knew how much Apollo Riccio adored me. How much he spoiled me as if I were the most precious thing in his world.

At least, that's what everyone believed.

Until Agatha Redd appeared.

My half-sister. She was 3 years older than me. The daughter my father had with another woman years before he met my mother.

Nobody knew she existed until she arrived carrying a DNA test and a stack of documents proving who she was. By then, her mother had already been dead for years. She claimed she'd grown up alone in foster homes and shelters with no family to rely on. An orphan. A pitiful girl.

At least that was how she presented herself.

Big innocent eyes, a soft voice, constant mistakes, always looking helpless. People couldn't help wanting to protect her.

Especially Apollo.

She joined Riccio Group as Apollo's assistant shortly afterward, and that was when everything started changing.

At first, it seemed harmless.

One evening during dinner, Apollo chuckled while scrolling through his phone.

You know that girl nearly shot a hole through my office wall trying to learn how to use a handgun.

I looked up and he was smiling.

She spent twenty minutes arguing that the safety was broken before realizing she hadn't even switched it off. His laugh deepened. So I had to teach her myself.

Something uncomfortable twisted inside my chest.

Apollo rarely talked about anyone, yet here he was talking about Agatha again and again.

She's a disaster, he continued. Every time I give her a simple task, she somehow turns it into a crisis.

His voice carried a warmth I hadn't heard in months.

Why did it hurt so much? Why was I jealous over something so small?

I told myself I was overthinking but I was wrong.

...

Months later, Agatha accidentally handed sensitive documents intended for one of Apollo's allies to the wrong family. The mistake nearly caused a major conflict and jeopardized a deal worth hundreds of billions.

Apollo walked into the conference room. Everyone expected him to explode instead, he just laughed.

Then he reached over and ruffled Agatha's hair.

Our Agatha's just too innocent.

She'd nearly caused a disaster.

Yet he wasn't angry.

Another time, Agatha wandered into my dressing room and became fascinated with a vintage diamond necklace my mother had left behind. It was one of a kind and impossible to replace.

The next day, it was found shattered across the marble floor.

I knew exactly who had done it.

Agatha stood nearby with a guilty expression while Apollo examined the broken jewelry then he looked at her and smiled.

It was an accident.

That same afternoon, he commissioned an even more expensive piece.

Not for me, for Agatha.

I remember standing there wondering whether I should laugh or cry.

Had I become invisible?

Or had I simply stopped mattering?

The answer came on my twenty-first birthday.

The entire ballroom had been decorated for me. Guests filled every corner, and a towering cake stood in the center of the room.

Apollo was beside me cutting the first slice when he suddenly paused. His gaze drifted somewhere far away, and a small smile appeared on his face.

Agatha loves tiramisu.

The room fell silent.

Apollo glanced at the cake.

If she were here, she'd probably claim the biggest slice before anyone else could touch it.

Everyone laughed. Everyone... except me.

Something shattered inside my chest.

Because I finally understood.

Agatha wasn't just some assistant. She wasn't just my half-sister.

She'd already moved into Apollo's heart completely and there wasn't any room left for me.

...

After that, Agatha stopped pretending.

She'd show up at the mansion whenever she wanted. Sometimes she'd cling to Apollo's arm. Sometimes she'd spend hours in his office. Sometimes she'd look at me and smile, a smile nobody else seemed to notice, a smile that felt poisonous.

I swallowed every insult, every humiliation, every bit of pain. I kept telling myself to endure it.

Then she started disappearing.

The first time, Apollo nearly tore the city apart looking for her.

When she returned crying and trembling, she immediately pointed at me.

Apollo believed her.

The second time, he believed her.

The third time, he believed her.

The fourth time, he believed her.

By the eighth time, I already knew how it would end.

Every disappearance followed the same pattern. Before vanishing, Agatha would secretly tell me where she planned to go before tilting her head with a sweet, innocent smile.

The kind everyone loved.

Do you think Apollo's going to lose his mind looking for me again?

I never answered. She'd just giggle before leaning closer.

Do you think he'll punish you this time too?

My hands clenched.

Agatha's smile widened because she already knew the answer.

She disappeared eight times.

And I suffered eight times.

Apollo never once questioned her accusations, never once asked for proof, never once believed me.

I lost every single time.

That night, after he'd buried me alive in a coffin full of rats and maggots because of her, I finally fell asleep.

But even in my dreams, Apollo wouldn't leave me alone. His face kept appearing, growing closer, colder, more terrifying with every passing second.

I woke up gasping.

My pajamas were soaked with sweat, and my body trembled uncontrollably. For several seconds, I couldn't tell whether I was still trapped inside that coffin, whether rats were still crawling over me, whether I was even safe.

Eventually, reality settled in.

I sat up and stared out the bedroom window. A bitter laugh escaped my throat.

What was I still holding onto?

A promise?

A memory?

A ghost?

Slowly, I opened the wooden box hidden at the back of my closet. At the very bottom was an envelope.

My acceptance letter.

To the European Forensic Science Institute.

I'd secretly applied months ago, hoping to study forensic science and criminal investigation. It was the only future I'd ever imagined for myself that didn't revolve around Apollo.

The letter had been sitting there ever since because I knew he'd never let me go.

I stared at it for a long time before picking up my phone. My fingers trembled as I dialed the number.

Mr. Brahms... I swallowed the lump in my throat. I've made my decision.

A brief silence followed.

I accept your offer.

Mr. Brahms sounded genuinely relieved. Elarisse... are you certain?

I am.

You've turned this opportunity down several times before. I was beginning to think you'd changed your mind.

I forced a weak smile even though he couldn't see it.

My circumstances have changed.

He hesitated. But your health... and your family. Will they allow this?

Family?

The word almost made me laugh.

Apollo had stopped being my family a long time ago.

The first time I'd talked about studying overseas, he'd patiently talked me out of it.

Elara. He'd cupped my face so gently. Be good. Your body's too weak for long flights. Once you're healthier, I'll take you anywhere in the world myself.

Back then, I'd believed him.

Later, everything changed.

Whenever I brought it up, his face would darken.

I promised your father I'd look after you. His voice would turn cold. So stop making shit difficult for me and stay where you're supposed to.

After that, I never mentioned it again.

Not even after my acceptance letter arrived.

I don't have any family anymore. My voice came out barely above a whisper. Mr. Brahms... I just want to build a life that's mine.

A quiet sigh came through the phone.

I understand. Orientation begins in a week. You should start preparing.

I will.

As soon as the call ended, the front door downstairs slammed open so violently the whole house seemed to shake.

Heavy footsteps echoed through the mansion.

My heart clenched.

Apollo.

A second later, my bedroom door burst open.

He walked in wearing a black suit, his expression cold enough to freeze the room. Without saying a word, he grabbed my wrist hard.

Pain shot through my hand. The skin was still raw from clawing at that coffin yesterday, trying to escape the rats and maggots.

I flinched.

Apollo... I tried pulling away. You're hurting me.

He didn't even slow down.

Where are we going? I asked desperately.

His grip tightened.

To the hospital. His voice was flat. You're going to apologize to Agatha.

My steps froze.

What?

He finally looked at me. His dark eyes held nothing but anger.

She twisted her ankle because of your bullshit yesterday. His jaw clenched. She cried all fucking night. Her eyes are still swollen. And you're going to apologize.

For a moment, I honestly thought I'd heard him wrong.

She had only sprained her ankle but Apollo had buried me alive in a coffin crawling with rats and maggots and somehow, I was still the villain?

Apollo... Every breath hurt. I didn't kidnap her. I told you already. I only remembered the location because Agatha posted it herself a few days ago.

Keep talking. His eyes narrowed. Let's hear what other bullshit you've come up with.

I stared at him.

You know... His voice was dangerously calm. Your father was one of the kindest men I ever knew.

He took another step closer.

So tell me. How the fuck did a man like him end up raising someone as rotten as you? Why can't you be like Agatha?!

Everything inside me went still.

Dad...

This was the first time Apollo had mentioned him since the funeral. And he used my father to tear me apart.

Something inside my chest cracked.

Apollo suddenly kicked the bookshelf beside me. The massive shelf crashed onto the floor, sending books flying in every direction. The deafening noise made me jump.

He pointed toward the door.

I don't give a damn whether you admit it. You are going to apologize. You can walk there, or my men can drag your ass there. Your choice.

Before I could answer, a familiar voice came from the hallway.

Please...

Agatha limped into the room. A bandage wrapped around her ankle, and her swollen red eyes filled with tears the moment she saw Apollo.

Apollo... she sniffled. Please don't blame my sister.

She looked so fragile... so fake innocent like she'd never hurt anyone in her life.

It wasn't her fault. I left on my own. My sister didn't do anything. She wiped away another tear. I made everyone worry. I'm sorry...

Then, to my shock, Agatha slowly knelt in front of me.

She lowered her head as if she were the one asking for forgiveness.

Apollo's eyes turned bloodshot the second Agatha dropped to her knees.

Agatha!

His voice cracked with panic as he shoved me aside so hard I nearly lost my balance. He rushed over and gathered her into his arms as though she were made of glass.

Apollo... p-please put me down. Tears streamed down Agatha's face as she struggled weakly against his embrace. I should be the one apologizing. I only made things worse between you and my sister. If anyone deserves to be punished, it's me. I'd rather be the one who dies.

Don't say something so ridiculous. Apollo's voice softened instantly as he carried her to the sofa and carefully settled her down. None of this is your fault. As long as I'm here, nobody's going to hurt you.

Only after making sure she was comfortable did he turn to face me.

The warmth vanished from his face.

Only fury remained.

His stare felt sharp enough to kill.

Happy now? His voice was terrifyingly calm. Is this what you wanted to see? Watching her cry, forcing her to kneel, making her blame herself. Does that finally satisfy you?

I dug my nails into the blisters covering my palms. The wounds I'd gotten from clawing at that coffin yesterday split open again, sending pain shooting through my hands.

Good.

At least the pain kept me from crying.

Without warning, Apollo strode toward me, grabbed both my shoulders, and slammed me onto the marble floor. The impact knocked the air from my lungs.

Kneel. He leaned over me, his eyes burning with anger. You're unbelievably stubborn. Apologize to Agatha, admit you were wrong, and I'll end this here.

Slowly, I straightened my back.

Even while kneeling...

I refused to lower my head.

Apollo's expression darkened.

So that's your answer? He let out a cold, humorless laugh. Fine. If you don't want to apologize, you'll spend the next ten days in the punishment room. You'll copy every word of De Sangue's code of loyalty and family rules until your fingers bleed.

Every ounce of color drained from my face.

The punishment room.

Ever since Agatha entered our lives, Apollo loved locking me in there.

It was a tiny concrete room with no windows, lit by nothing but a single candle. There was no phone, no books, no contact with anyone. Only endless pages of De Sangue's rules waiting to be copied again and again.

Hour after hour. Day after day. The silence alone was enough to drive anyone insane. Every time I walked out, it felt like I'd left part of myself behind.

No! I couldn't go back.

Seven days. I only needed to survive seven more days, then I'd leave.

Forever.

I couldn't ruin everything now.

I looked around the mansion. Dozens of De Sangue soldiers stood silently along the walls, every exit heavily guarded. Even if I wanted to run, there was nowhere to go.

Humiliation crashed over me.

Slowly, I lowered my head and bowed.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

My forehead struck the cold marble floor with each bow.

I... I'm sorry, Agatha. My voice was barely audible. I'm sorry for everything. Please... forgive me.

Agatha hurried over and pretended to help me to my feet.

Oh, Sister... Her eyes filled with tears as she gently held my arm. Please don't do this. I forgave you a long time ago. I never wanted things to end like this between us.

The moment she pulled me closer, her lips brushed against my ear.

The sweetness disappeared from her voice.

You lost again, she whispered with a smile. I told you Apollo would always choose me. No matter what happens, you'll never win.

She stepped back immediately, tears filling her eyes once more as if nothing had happened.

I bent down to pick up my bag from the floor. The zipper had come undone during the struggle, and a white envelope slipped out.

It landed at Apollo's feet.

My heart stopped.

Apollo bent down and picked it up.

His brows slowly furrowed as his eyes scanned the envelope before lifting to meet mine.

What's this? He turned it over in his hand, studying it. Since when do you keep documents hidden in your bag?

Panic exploded inside me and without thinking, I lunged at him.

Apollo wasn't expecting it.

We both stumbled, and the envelope slipped from his hand.

I grabbed it before he could read another word.

My heartbeat thundered so loudly I thought everyone in the room could hear it.

It's nothing. I forced a smile despite the panic clawing at my chest. Just thick paper. I bought it for a craft project, that's all.

Apollo frowned as he dusted off his suit.

For fuck's sake, Elara. He sounded more irritated than suspicious. You're not a little kid anymore. Stop acting so damn clumsy.

Quietly, I released the breath I'd been holding.

He didn't ask another question.

Instead, he adjusted his cuffs.

There's a charity banquet tomorrow night. His gaze settled on me. Get yourself ready. You're coming with me, and don't make another scene.

I wanted to refuse.

More than anything.

But I couldn't risk making him suspicious.

Not now.

Just seven more days.

I only had to endure seven more days.

The following evening, Apollo's black armored Rolls-Royce came to a stop outside one of Chicago's most luxurious hotels.

The moment I stepped out, cameras flashed from every direction.

The host hurried over with a bright smile.

Mr. Riccio, it's been far too long. We're honored that you could attend tonight.

His gaze shifted to Agatha.

She wore a breathtaking custom-made crimson gown, while diamonds glittered around her neck. Anyone looking at her would have assumed she belonged at Apollo's side.

The host smiled knowingly.

And this beautiful young lady must be your fiance, Miss Redd.

Agatha covered her mouth with a soft laugh.

Oh, you've misunderstood. She lowered her gaze shyly before looking at me. I'm only Mr. Riccio's assistant... and Elarisse's half-sister. My sister is the real fiance. She's just always been sick, so fragile and delicate. I could never compare to her.

Apollo chuckled.

Instead of correcting the misunderstanding, he reached over and lightly flicked the tip of her nose.

You little troublemaker. His voice carried unmistakable affection. You talk too much. Nobody outside is going to spoil you the way I do, so you'd better behave.

Laughter rippled through the crowd.

Agatha stuck out her tongue playfully before wrapping both arms around Apollo's.

So that's all I'll ever be to you? She looked up at him with innocent eyes and smiled. Just your little assistant? Or... are you planning to make me something more, Don Apollo?

Apollo let out a low chuckle and gently flicked her forehead.

You've got a mouth on you. His eyes softened with amusement. Keep talking like that in public, and people are really going to think I spoil you too damn much.

She pouted dramatically before resting her head against his shoulder anyway.

Then let them think whatever they want. She hugged his arm even tighter. It's not like I care what other people say.

I couldn't watch anymore.

Every second felt like another knife twisting inside my chest.

Quietly, I turned around.

I just wanted to leave.

Elara.

Apollo's voice stopped me cold.

I froze.

The warmth he'd shown Agatha disappeared the instant he looked at me.

Where the hell do you think you're going? His brows knitted together. The banquet's about to start, so don't wander around making people look for you.

I... I lowered my eyes. I just needed some air. I'll be back in a minute.

He didn't even respond.

Instead, he pulled Agatha closer as they walked toward the ballroom.

Enough. His voice turned gentle again. Quit acting spoiled. Are you trying to embarrass me in front of everyone?

Agatha giggled.

Maybe. She smiled mischievously. What if I like seeing you panic over me?

Apollo shook his head with a helpless smile.

You little brat. He sighed with obvious affection. One of these days, you're really going to test my patience.

I followed behind them.

Always two steps behind.

My simple white dress looked painfully plain beneath the glittering chandeliers. Walking behind them, I looked less like Apollo's fiance and more like someone trailing after them with their belongings.

People noticed.

Of course they noticed.

High society had always been the same. They worshipped power and trampled anyone who'd fallen. Apollo's attitude toward me told them everything they needed to know.

Every glance I received carried either pity or contempt.

After several rounds of drinks, someone stepped into my path.

The smell of expensive liquor reached me before I even looked up.

Lambert Gray.

The eldest son of the Gray family.

His face was already flushed from drinking as he lazily swirled the whiskey in his glass while looking me up and down.

Well... A disgusting grin spread across his face. If it isn't the famous Miss Redd. So this is what the little princess looks like up close. My God... no wonder your father hid you away. You really are beautiful.

The moment I recognized him, my blood ran cold.

Years ago, he'd tried to kidnap me.

His men had surrounded my car outside the hospital. If Apollo's bodyguards hadn't arrived in time, I didn't even want to imagine what would've happened.

Apollo had nearly started a war with the Gray family over it.

People said he'd broken into Lambert's estate that very night and beaten him so badly that even his own mother couldn't recognize him.

Lambert had never forgotten.

Neither had I.

I immediately took a step back.

I don't want any trouble. My voice stayed calm despite the fear creeping through me. Please move aside and let me pass.

He laughed.

But I do. His smile widened. I've been waiting a long time to run into you again.

His hand shot out and wrapped around my waist before I could react.

I gasped.

His other hand slid toward my thigh.

My entire body stiffened.

Let go of me! I struggled against his grip. Don't touch me!

Lambert leaned closer until I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

What are you acting so fucking innocent for? He smirked shamelessly. Everyone knows Don Apollo's got himself a new favorite. You've already been thrown away, but I don't mind. I'll gladly take what's left.

My stomach turned.

Without thinking, I grabbed the nearest wine glass and threw its contents straight into his face.

Red wine drenched his expensive suit.

For one brief moment...

The entire ballroom fell silent.

Then Lambert exploded.

You bitch! He staggered backward, pointing at me with a furious expression. How dare you embarrass me in front of everyone? Do you have any idea who you're dealing with?

His roar echoed through the ballroom.

Every guest turned toward us.

Across the room, Apollo looked over.

Agatha immediately covered her mouth in fake shock before hurrying toward us.

Oh no... She grabbed Apollo's arm, her eyes already glistening with tears. Sister... what did you do?

She looked from Lambert to Apollo, panic spreading across her face.

The Gray family has worked with Riccio Group for years. If this ruins the partnership... what are we going to do now?

Apollo's expression darkened.

A waiter hurried over and handed Agatha a towel.

She accepted it without hesitation before carefully wiping the wine from Lambert's suit herself.

I'm so sorry. She bowed repeatedly with genuine-looking remorse. My sister rarely leaves the mansion, so she doesn't really know how to interact with people anymore. If anyone should apologize, it's me.

She lowered her head even further.

My sister's been sick her whole life. Tears slipped down her cheeks. Please don't hold this against her. She really didn't mean any harm.

The whispers began almost immediately.

So that's the famous Miss Redd?

I thought she'd have better manners.

Being sick doesn't excuse acting like a spoiled princess.

The Redd family collapsed years ago, but she still acts like she's above everyone.

Look at Agatha.

She's only an assistant, yet she's handling this with so much grace.

No wonder Don Apollo dotes on her.

If I were him, I'd choose Agatha too.

Every word cut deeper than the last.

Not one person asked why I'd thrown the wine.

Not one person wondered what Lambert had done.

Because nobody cared.

Realizing everyone had taken his side, Lambert's confidence returned immediately.

He straightened his soaked jacket before looking directly at Apollo with a smug grin.

So... He slowly spread his arms. Your woman just humiliated me in front of half of Chicago's elite. Tell me, Don Apollo... how the fuck are you planning to make this right?

The whispers around me grew louder.

I looked straight at Apollo.

For one brief second, I let myself hope.

Apollo... My voice trembled as I swallowed hard. Please... just this once, believe me. He touched me first. He grabbed my waist and tried to put his hand under my dress. That's why I threw the wine.

Before Apollo could respond, Lambert burst into laughter.

What the fuck? He looked around the ballroom with exaggerated disbelief before spreading his arms toward the guests. Miss Redd, you can't just throw accusations around like that. My reputation doesn't matter to me, but the Gray family's does. You claim I molested you? Fine. Then tell everyone... who actually saw it?

Silence fell over the ballroom.

Nobody spoke.

Nobody stepped forward.

Nobody wanted to get involved with the Gray family or with Apollo.

I looked around desperately. Someone had to have seen it, didn't they?

Apollo never even looked at me.

He walked straight past me and stopped in front of Lambert.

His expression remained cold.

I'll increase your percentage on the West District infrastructure project. His voice was emotionless. Take it as compensation, and let's end this here.

Lambert grinned with satisfaction.

Now that's the Don Apollo everyone knows. He straightened his jacket with a smug smile. You should keep your woman on a much tighter leash before she embarrasses you again.

Apollo said nothing.

That was enough.

Just like that, everyone decided I was guilty.

The spoiled woman who attacked someone for no reason.

I stood there alone while countless eyes settled on me.

Some carried pity.

Most carried contempt.

Apollo turned to leave.

Apollo... My voice was barely audible. Not even once? You won't believe me... not even once?

He stopped walking but didn't turn around immediately.

Slowly, he looked over his shoulder.

The mockery in his eyes hurt more than anything.

Elarisse. A cold laugh escaped his lips. Do you seriously think the whole fucking world revolves around you? Lambert promised me years ago he'd never touch you again, so who the hell am I supposed to believe?

He grabbed my wrist and dragged me behind one of the ballroom doors.

The moment we were out of sight, he shoved me backward.

I stumbled into the wall.

Pain shot through my shoulder.

I know exactly what you're doing. His voice dropped lower, every word laced with anger. You're pissed because of Agatha. You can't stand that I care about her, so now you're trying to start shit with the Gray family just to get back at me. I don't give a damn about losing money, but can't you stop targeting her for five fucking minutes?

I opened my mouth.

Then closed it again.

What was the point?

How many times had I cried?

How many times had I begged?

How many times had I explained myself?

Had any of it ever mattered?

No.

Never.

This time...

I stayed silent.

If that's what he wanted to believe...

Then fine.

Only seven more days.

In seven days, none of this would matter anymore.

I bent down and slipped off my high heels.

The skin on both heels had blistered and bled. Every step had felt like walking on knives.

Apollo had bought these shoes himself.

Whenever I complained they hurt, he'd always frown.

They're designer. He'd dismiss me without another thought. They fit perfectly. Stop acting spoiled.

He never once considered...

Maybe they were simply the wrong size.

Barefoot, I quietly walked away.

Step after painful step.

I never looked back.

Behind me, Apollo watched me leave.

For the briefest moment, his brows drew together as though something didn't sit right with him.

He took a step forward.

Then another voice stopped him.

Mr. Riccio... Agatha slipped her arm around his and looked up with worried eyes. Do you think Sister still hates me? I never meant to make things worse. She left without saying anything... maybe she doesn't even care that you're worried about her anymore.

Apollo's expression hardened again.

The hesitation vanished.

He glanced at my retreating figure one last time before looking away.

Forget her. His voice turned cold once more. She brought this on herself. If she wants to throw another tantrum, let her.

Without another glance...

He walked back into the hotel with Agatha.

And left me behind.

A few days later, the partnership with the Gray family was officially signed.

Not long after that, Agatha moved into the Riccio estate.

Apollo claimed it was only temporary.

He found me sitting beside the window with Lila curled up in my lap. My ragdoll purred softly while I absentmindedly stroked her silky fur.

Agatha's staying here for a while. Apollo stood beside me with his hands in his pockets. She's an orphan, and she's had a rough life. I'm her boss. I can't just leave her with nowhere to go. It'll only be a few days, and it won't affect you. She's your older sister. You share the same blood.

Won't affect me?

I almost smiled.

Instead, I kept petting Lila.

...Okay.

That was all I said.

Apollo left shortly afterward.

The moment the front door closed, the sweet smile disappeared from Agatha's face.

It vanished so quickly it was almost frightening.

She marched upstairs without hesitation.

Something crashed.

Then another.

Then another.

My heart dropped.

I ran upstairs.

The door to my forensic laboratory stood wide open.

Glass slides were shattered across the floor. Microscopes had been thrown from the tables. Evidence samples I'd spent months organizing lay scattered everywhere. DNA models were smashed. Reference books had their pages ripped out. Computers and expensive equipment had been destroyed within minutes.

What are you doing?! I rushed inside and threw myself in front of the only cabinet she hadn't reached. Agatha, stop! Don't touch that cabinet!

Inside were years of research notes.

Case analysis journals.

Study materials I'd collected for the European Forensic Science Institute.

Everything I'd worked so hard for.

I spread my arms to shield it.

Agatha slowly turned toward me and there wasn't a trace of innocence left on her face.

You really treasure this garbage, don't you? She kicked another box across the floor before taking a slow step toward me. You actually thought you'd get into that institute? Dream on. You don't deserve a future. You don't deserve Apollo, and you certainly don't deserve this house.

She stopped until we were almost face to face.

I hate you. Her voice dropped to a whisper filled with venom. I've hated you since the day I found out you were Father's legitimate daughter. You had everything. The family, the name, the love. And what did I have? A dead mother, no home, and no one.

A bitter laugh escaped her lips.

So why should you get to keep any of it? She smiled sweetly, her eyes filled with malice. I'll take everything from you. Your home. Your fiance. Your future. And when I'm done... you'll have absolutely nothing left.

Agatha picked up one of my forensic case files and flipped through it with a bored expression before letting out a mocking laugh.

You really wasted all this time on something so worthless. No wonder Apollo never takes any of it seriously.

Without the slightest hesitation, she ripped it straight down the middle.

Sheets of paper fluttered across the floor.

No! I rushed toward her, panic rising in my chest. Stop! Those files took me years to finish. Please don't destroy them.

She ignored every word.

With a careless sweep of her arm, she sent an expensive microscope crashing off the workbench. Glass shattered across the floor as the machine broke into hundreds of pieces. Then came the DNA models, the evidence boards, the preserved samples. Everything I'd spent years building was destroyed within minutes.

Agatha smiled as she watched my expression crumble.

You look heartbroken. She picked up another research journal and slowly tore it in half. It's actually satisfying to watch. I hate seeing you happy, so watching you lose everything feels wonderful.

My chest tightened painfully.

Those weren't just books.

They were years of work.

What the hell is wrong with you?! My voice shook with anger and disbelief. You know how hard I worked for all of this! What gives you the right to destroy them?

Agatha rolled her eyes before casually unclasping the diamond necklace around her neck.

She tossed it onto the marble floor at my feet.

The diamonds sparkled beneath the lights.

There. She shrugged carelessly. Apollo gave me that three days ago, and it's worth a few million. Take it and consider us even.

She pretended to think for a moment before smiling sweetly.

Oh, that's right. Her smile turned cruel. My dear sister's far too proud to accept charity. If this isn't enough compensation... I suppose I'll just have to destroy a little more.

She reached for the last storage box.

Panic flooded through me.

No!

I ran toward the final locked cabinet.

Hidden beneath stacks of forensic journals...

Was the only thing I truly cared about.

A small wooden music box.

My father had given it to me before he died.

Inside was the last voice recording he'd ever left behind.

Whenever I missed him...

I'd wind it up and listen.

It was all I had left of him.

I hugged the music box tightly against my chest.

Don't touch this. My voice cracked as tears blurred my vision. Please... you can destroy anything else if you want, but not this. It's the only thing I have left of Dad.

Agatha noticed immediately.

So... Her smile slowly widened. This is what really matters to you.

She walked toward me.

Give it to me. She held out her hand without hesitation. If it's so precious, I want to see exactly how broken you'll look after I destroy it.

No! I shook my head desperately, clutching it tighter. Please... it's all I have left of Dad. Don't take this away from me too.

Her eyes turned ice cold.

Dad? She let out a bitter laugh. He was never my father. He abandoned my mother, abandoned me, and spent every day loving you instead. While you happily called him Dad, I grew up with nothing.

She grabbed the music box.

I hate hearing you say that word.

I held on with everything I had.

Let go! she snapped before shoving me backward.

I crashed onto the floor.

The music box slipped from my hands.

No!

At that exact moment, Lila came racing into the room.

My ragdoll cat hissed louder than I'd ever heard before and launched herself at Agatha. Her claws raked across Agatha's wrist, making her scream in pain. The music box flew from her hand and landed outside the open balcony doors.

I didn't stop to think.

I ran downstairs as fast as I could.

Thankfully, the music box had landed safely in the bushes below.

The wood was scratched but it hadn't broken.

I hugged it tightly against my chest.

Thank God!

When I hurried back inside...

The smile disappeared from my face.

Lila was locked inside a steel pet carrier.

She cried the second she saw me.

Apollo sat on the sofa, his expression darker than a storm cloud. Agatha sat beside him with thick bandages wrapped around her wrist while tears streamed endlessly down her face.

Apollo looked up at me. So this is the fucking animal you raised. His voice was as cold as ice. Look what it did to Agatha. Is this how you've trained it?!

I immediately dropped to my knees beside the carrier and wrapped both arms around it. Lila pressed herself against the bars, crying softly.

No. I looked directly into Apollo's eyes. Lila attacked because she was protecting me! If you want someone to blame, blame me instead. Leave her out of this. She didn't do anything wrong.

Agatha burst into fresh tears.

Sister... Her voice trembled pitifully as she lowered her head. Why are you lying again? I only went upstairs because I thought your research was important. I wanted to help organize everything after the mess, but your cat suddenly attacked me.

She sniffled before looking at Apollo.

I never blamed Sister. Tears continued rolling down her cheeks. But now she's blaming me instead. Maybe I shouldn't have tried helping her at all.

You liar! I shouted, unable to hold back any longer. You destroyed everything! You smashed my equipment, tore apart all my research, and even tried to destroy Dad's music box. You did all of it, and now you're pretending to be the victim!

Enough.

Apollo's voice sliced through the room like a blade.

Silence fell instantly.

He slowly rose to his feet, his gaze never leaving mine.

If those files really meant that much to you... His expression remained unreadable. ...then you wouldn't have gone completely fucking insane over them. I think it's better if every last piece of that laboratory disappears. You clearly don't deserve it.

My breathing stopped.

Apollo looked toward his men.

Burn the laboratory. His order was calm, almost indifferent. Destroy everything. Leave nothing behind.

Then his eyes shifted toward Lila.

And that fucking cat... His voice turned even colder. If it dares attack someone under my roof, it doesn't deserve to stay alive.

No! I threw myself over the carrier, shielding it with my body. Please! Lila didn't do anything wrong. She was only trying to protect me. Please... don't hurt her.

Apollo didn't even spare me a glance.

He simply gave a single nod.

Several De Sangue soldiers immediately stepped forward.

They grabbed my arms.

No! I struggled with everything I had, but my body was far too weak to resist. Please let her go! Don't take her away from me!

One man ripped the carrier from my embrace.

Another tore the music box from my hands.

My fingers burned as they were forced apart.

No... My voice broke into sobs. Please... give them back! They're all I have left!

I dropped to my knees.

The cold marble dug into my skin, but I didn't feel it anymore. I crawled toward Apollo one painful step at a time until I reached him, my trembling fingers clutching the leg of his pants.

Apollo... My voice cracked as I looked up at him through blurred eyes. I'm begging you. Please don't do this! My father's music box... That's all I have left of him. And Lila... My gaze shifted to my frightened ragdoll cat crying inside the carrier. She's been with me through every horrible day. You can destroy everything else if you want, but don't take her away from me. I'll do anything. I'll kneel forever if that's what you want. I'll apologize, disappear, and never stand in Agatha's way again. I just... I just want Lila back.

Apollo didn't even look at me.

Instead, he gently took Agatha's injured wrist into his hands, carefully examining the scratches. Does it still hurt? His voice was unbelievably gentle. I'll have the family doctor come back tonight. I don't want even the smallest scar left on your hand.

A little... Agatha sniffled pitifully, fresh tears filling her eyes. But please don't blame my sister. Maybe Lila only attacked me because she thought I was trying to hurt her.

Behind them, the De Sangue soldiers waited for no further instructions.

Torches were thrown into my forensic laboratory.

Flames erupted instantly, swallowing everything in their path. My microscopes, case files, years of forensic notes, preserved samples, research journals, and every dream I'd spent years building disappeared beneath the fire.

At the same time, another soldier dragged Lila's carrier toward the growing flames.

No! I screamed until my throat felt raw. Please stop! She didn't do anything wrong!

Two bodyguards pinned me to the ground.

I kicked, sratched, bit but it wasn't enough.

The carrier landed beside the fire. Lila cried desperately, clawing at the metal door with her tiny paws.

Apollo! I sobbed so violently I could barely breathe. What happened to you? Have you forgotten who you used to be? You promised you'd protect me. I don't want your love anymore. I don't want your promises or your money. Just... please... give Lila back. I'm begging you. I'm really begging you!"

Then Lila's cries suddenly stopped.

I shoved the bodyguards away with strength I didn't know I still possessed and stumbled toward the carrier.

There was blood on the groundtoo much blood.

Lila lay motionless beside the crushed steel carrier. Her tiny body no longer moved, and the bright blue eyes that had followed me everywhere were empty.

I slowly picked her up... She was still warm but she was gone.

I couldn't cry. I couldn't scream.

I simply sat there, holding her against my chest.

My father was gone. Now Lila was gone too. Why did everyone who ever loved me leave? Was I really that unlucky, or was I simply never allowed to keep anything precious?

Apollo stepped outside.

The first thing he heard wasn't my silence.

It was the words I'd spoken moments earlier.

I don't want your love anymore.

His expression darkened as he strode toward me, grabbed my arm, and slammed me against the wall.

Elarisse. His grip tightened painfully around my wrist. When the fuck are you going to grow up? Do you think saying shit like that is funny? You've been mine since the day you turned eighteen! If you don't want my love anymore, then whose the fuck do you want?

I stared back at him. There was nothing left inside me.

Move, I said quietly.

Apollo didn't move.

I looked him straight in the eyes.

Lila's dead. My father's gone. So don't stand in my way.

For the first time, his grip loosened.

I walked past him without another word.

Back in my bedroom, I curled into the corner of the bed. Downstairs, I could still hear them laughing.

Apollo, Agatha's cheerful voice echoed through the mansion. Why's my sister making such a big deal over a cat? It was only an animal. I don't understand why she's acting like the world ended.

Apollo let out a cold laugh.

Ignore her. We've spoiled her too damn much, and now she thinks the whole world owes her something. Ice clinked against his glass. The Redd family is gone. She's got a weak immune system. Where the fuck is she going to go besides staying under my roof? This time, I'm making sure she learns her lesson.

I listened quietly.

Then I stood.

Like someone who had finally buried the last piece of herself.

I opened every drawer, every cabinet, and every safe in the room, gathering everything Apollo had ever given me.

The engagement ring he'd slipped onto my finger.

The custom pistol engraved with my initials because he'd once promised I'd never be defenseless.

The notebook filled with plans for all the countries he wanted to visit with me.

The silk scarf he'd wrapped around my neck during our first winter together.

The antique pocket watch he'd bought because I'd once said it reminded me of my father.

The diamond bracelets. The designer handbags.

The couture gowns.

Every gift.

Every promise.

Every lie.

I stuffed everything into a large canvas bag and dragged it into the courtyard. After building a fire, I threw every single item into the flames.

One after another, every reminder of the life we'd built together disappeared into the fire.

Apollo rushed outside.

The moment he realized what was burning, his face changed.

What the fuck are you doing? He stormed toward the fire, fury flashing across his face. Have you completely lost your damn mind? Do you even realize what you're throwing away?

I stepped in front of him, blocking his path.

You burned everything that mattered to me. My voice remained eerily calm as I watched the flames consume the last of our memories. So now I'm burning everything that ever reminded me of you. If my life meant so little to you, then these things don't mean anything to me either.

Apollo stared at me as if he no longer recognized the woman standing before him.

His fists clenched.

Fine. His voice turned ice cold. If you don't give a damn about us anymore, then neither do I. I hope you fucking regret this.

He turned away.

...

That same day, Apollo left the Riccio estate.

Agatha walked beside him with a satisfied smile she couldn't quite hide.

Before leaving, Apollo ordered every servant and every De Sangue guard assigned to the estate to leave as well.

Within an hour, the enormous mansion fell completely silent.

The very next morning, the entire city exploded with one piece of news.

Apollo Riccio: The feared Don of De Sangue. The powerful CEO of Riccio Group. Officially introduced his girlfriend to the public.

Every news outlet carried the same headline. Every social media account shared the same photos.

In every picture, Agatha stood beside him with her arm wrapped around his. She wore an elegant white coat while Apollo kept one hand possessively around her waist. Another photo showed them inside one of his private helicopters, flying over the Chicago skyline as the sun dipped below the horizon.

She looked like she'd always belonged in his world.

The comments flooded in.

She's so lucky.

Don Apollo finally found the woman worthy of him.

They look perfect together.

Almost at the same time, my phone buzzed.

One message.

From Apollo.

See what happens when you keep testing me? This is the price for going against me. Maybe now you'll learn where you stand.

I stared at the screen for a long time.

Strangely...

It didn't even hurt anymore.

Maybe there was simply nothing left inside me that could still break.

I locked my phone and quietly continued packing my suitcase. There were only a few days left before my flight, and I refused to let anything stop me now.

Halfway through folding my clothes, a wave of dizziness suddenly washed over me.

My vision blurred.

The room tilted.

A cold sweat spread across my forehead as my hands began trembling uncontrollably.

No...

Not now.

I reached for the bedside table, trying to steady myself, but my legs gave out beneath me.

My blood sugar...

It was dropping again.

I fumbled through my bag with shaking fingers, searching desperately for the emergency glucose tablets I always carried. My breathing became uneven as panic crept into my chest.

Nothing.

I checked another pocket.

Still nothing.

I couldn't remember where I'd left them.

My fingertips were already going numb.

With the last of my strength, I grabbed my phone and called Apollo.

I called him once.

He rejected it.

I called again.

Rejected.

A third time.

Rejected.

Still, I refused to give up. I kept calling, over and over, until my hands trembled so badly I could barely hold the phone.

By the forty-eighth call, his phone had been switched off.

My hand slowly fell to my lap.

Somehow, Instagram opened when my thumb slipped across the screen.

The first thing that appeared was Agatha's story.

Apollo stood behind her inside his private helicopter with one arm wrapped around her waist while she laughed into the camera. The skyline stretched endlessly behind them.

The caption read:

My boyfriend surprised me with a helicopter tour today. ? Some people keep blowing up his phone because they're desperate for attention. Seriously... so annoying.

A few seconds later, Apollo replied with two emojis.

I stared at the screen as my vision grew dimmer.

So... He wasn't busy. He just didn't want to answer me.

A weak laugh escaped my lips.

My fingers trembled as I dialed emergency services instead.

After whispering my address... Everything went black.

...

When I opened my eyes again, all I saw was a white ceiling and fluorescent lights.

The sharp smell of disinfectant filled the room.

Hospital.

A nurse noticed I was awake and hurried over with a relieved smile.

You're finally awake. You were brought in just in time, she said gently. You suffered a severe hypoglycemic episode. Your blood sugar dropped to a dangerous level, and you lost consciousness before the ambulance arrived. Another delay, and things could've been much worse.

I thanked her quietly before closing my eyes again.

Apparently, I'd spent the entire night under observation before being transferred to a regular room the following afternoon.

Not long afterward, the door opened and Apollo walked in first. Agatha followed closely behind him.

Apollo stopped beside my bed and stared at me for several long seconds. I knew what he saw.

I looked terrible, pale, weak.

Like someone who'd been hollowed out from the inside.

Elara, he said quietly as he pulled a chair beside my bed. I came as soon as I heard. I know what happened yesterday, and I wasn't ignoring you. I just wanted you to reflect on everything that's happened lately because you've been acting out for too long.

I didn't answer.

He sighed and rubbed his forehead.

I thought giving you some fucking space would calm you down. I never expected things to end like this.

I continued staring at the ceiling without saying a word.

The silence stretched between us until Agatha suddenly covered her face and burst into tears.

Sister, this is all my fault, she sobbed as tears streamed down her cheeks. I kept Apollo with me all day because I wanted to cheer him up. If you want someone to blame, blame me instead. Please don't be angry with him because of me.

Before anyone could react, she slapped herself across the face.

The sound echoed through the room.

Then she raised her hand again.

Apollo caught her wrist before the second slap landed.

Agatha, stop it, he said as he gently pulled her into his arms. Don't ever hurt yourself over something like this again. None of this is your fault, and I won't let anyone make you feel responsible for it.

His eyes shifted toward me.

If anyone deserves an apology here, it's me, he said evenly. But I won't stand by while someone takes their anger out on you. Not even Elara.

I almost laughed.

I'd barely spoken since they'd entered the room.

How exactly had I bullied Agatha?

Closing my eyes, I whispered, Please leave. I don't have the strength to argue anymore, and I just want to rest.

Neither of them moved.

After a long silence, Apollo finally guided Agatha toward the door.

The room became quiet again and I fell asleep.

I didn't know how much time had passed before a loud bang jolted me awake.

The hospital door flew open.

Apollo strode inside with a terrifying expression, a thick folder clutched tightly in his hand.

Without a word, he threw it onto my bed.

They're your medical records, he said coldly. Read them, then explain exactly what kind of game you're trying to play!"

I frowned and slowly looked down at the papers.

What are you talking about?

Apollo's eyes burned with anger.

Agatha asked one of the doctors about your condition, and now she's convinced you exaggerated everything. You just fake your illness! You just fake everything! According to what she was told, you weren't dying, you weren't in critical condition, and you certainly weren't on the verge of death the way you made it sound. So tell me, Elara... were you trying to scare me into coming back?

Before I could answer, Agatha stepped forward with a helpless sigh.

Sister, if you wanted Apollo's attention, you could've just told him, she said softly. I only asked the doctor because I was worried about you. I never imagined you'd make something like this sound so much worse than it really was.

Apollo let out a humorless laugh.

You know how much I hate lies, he said as disappointment filled his eyes. No matter how many excuses you come up with, I won't tolerate being manipulated.

His gaze settled on me.

You really are your father's daughter.

The same tricks. The same lies.

The words struck harder than anything else.

Again...

He used my father against me.

Something inside me finally snapped.

Without thinking, I grabbed the glass from my bedside table and hurled it across the room.

Get out! I shouted, my voice breaking. Get out of my room! Both of you!

The glass shattered against the floor.

Fragments scattered in every direction and one sharp piece sliced across Agatha's calf. A thin line of blood appeared almost instantly.

Agatha lowered her eyes to the tiny cut on her calf and covered her mouth as though she were about to cry. Sister... is this your punishment for me? It's okay. I'll accept anything you do to me, but please don't stay angry with Apollo because of my mistake. You can hate me or even hurt me if it makes you feel better.

Apollo's expression darkened instantly. The moment he saw the thin streak of blood on her leg, his voice softened with concern. What nonsense are you talking about? You're bleeding. Come on, I'll take you to have it treated right now. Even a small wound can get infected if we leave it alone.

Without another thought, he bent down and swept her into his arms. Agatha wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes drifting toward me. But what about my sister? She's still in the room. We can't just leave her here like this.

Apollo didn't even spare me a glance. If she's well enough to throw things at people, she's well enough to go home on her own. She doesn't need to waste a hospital bed.

He carried Agatha away without looking back.

...

The cut didn't even require stitches.

The doctor cleaned it, placed a tiny bandage over it, and that was all.

Even so, Apollo stayed by Agatha's side the entire time, asking the doctor twice whether there would be a scar and reminding him to be careful.

About half an hour later, Agatha returned alone.

The sweet, innocent smile she'd worn outside vanished the second the door closed behind her. Leaning casually against it, she let out a satisfied laugh.

So... did you enjoy the little surprise I prepared for you? You really thought Apollo would answer your calls, didn't you? I was sitting beside him the whole time, watching your name flash across his screen. Every time you called, I laughed... and every single time, he rejected you without even blinking.

She slowly walked closer until only a step separated us.

You interrupted my date with him, so you deserved every second of what happened. Honestly, watching you desperately call while he ignored you was far more entertaining than the helicopter ride.

I looked at her quietly.

You really hate me that much?

Agatha laughed as though I'd said something ridiculous.

Hate? Sister, hate isn't nearly enough anymore. I want to destroy you completely. I want you to lose everything, just like my mother lost everything because of your family.

She leaned close enough for her breath to brush against my ear.

Oh... I almost forgot. I've already prepared another surprise for you. The tenth game is about to begin, and this time... you won't see it coming until it's far too late.

She laughed as she walked out of the room.

The air suddenly felt colder.

The tenth disappearance.

No location.

No clue.

Nothing.

I tightened my grip on the hospital blanket and slowly closed my eyes.

It's okay...

Only a few more days.

Once I left for the European Forensic Science Institute, none of them would ever find me again.

I only had to survive a little longer.

...

After I was discharged, I returned to the Riccio estate to finish packing.

My suitcase was already waiting beside the front door.

I reached for the handle.

Just one more step...

The front door suddenly burst open.

Apollo strode inside, his expression so terrifying that it sent a chill through my entire body. Before I could react, he snatched the suitcase from my hand and threw it across the foyer.

You think you're running? he growled, his voice echoing through the mansion. You seriously think you can disappear after pulling something like this? Tell me, Elara... do you really think I'll let you walk away?

My heart dropped.

That look...

I knew it too well. Every time Apollo looked at me like that, something terrible always followed.

The coffin.

The punishment room.

The endless interrogations.

Instinctively, I took a step backward.

W... what are you talking about? I haven't done anything. I don't even know why you're so angry.

Apollo's jaw clenched.

You're still fucking lying? he snarled before storming toward me.

His hand closed around my throat so tightly I couldn't breathe.

Agatha...

She'd disappeared again.

His grip tightened. If you didn't hide her, then who the fuck did? Were you planning to kidnap her and run overseas before anyone found out?! Tell me where she is, and don't test what's left of my patience!

I clawed desperately at his wrist.

Apollo... I choked out between ragged breaths. I don't know! I... I swear this time I really don't know where she is. P-please believe me... just this once.

He laughed.

Cold.

Merciless.

I don't believe a single fucking word that comes out of your mouth anymore. You've lied too many times already, and I'm done listening.

Still gripping my arm, he dragged me outside toward the large pond behind the mansion.

My legs nearly gave out.

No...

Please...

Not water.

Apollo noticed the fear draining the color from my face. For the briefest moment, something flickered across his eyes.

He crouched in front of me, his voice lowering.

Elara... I don't have another choice. Every second Agatha stays missing, she could be suffering somewhere, and I won't gamble with her life. Be good, tell me where she is, and this ends right now.

His fingers brushed a loose strand of hair away from my face.

It was such a familiar gesture.

One that once made me feel safe.

I shook my head desperately.

I really don't know. I've told you the truth from the beginning. Please... don't do this. Please don't make me go through this again.

The last trace of hesitation disappeared from his face.

Then don't blame me.

Without warning, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face beneath the freezing water.

The icy cold swallowed me whole.

I couldn't breathe.

I thrashed wildly as water rushed into my nose and burned through my lungs.

Then...

The memories came flooding back.

I was thirten years old again.

One of Apollo's enemies had kidnapped me to force my father into a deal.

They tied my hands and threw me into an abandoned reservoir.

Again.

And again.

Every time I managed to gasp for air, they forced my head back beneath the surface.

I truly believed I was going to die but Apollo had found me that night.

He slaughtered every man involved.

Afterward, he'd never allowed me anywhere near deep water.

If I'm not beside you, stay away from lakes, rivers, or anything deeper than your knees. I already almost lost you once, Elara. I won't let it happen again.

Back then... He'd sworn to protect me forever.

Now... The same man was trying to drown me with his own hands.

My struggles gradually weakened.

The strength drained from my body.

Maybe...

This was really how it would end.

Just as darkness began swallowing my vision, Apollo's phone rang.

He released me immediately.

I collapsed onto the grass, coughing so violently my lungs felt as though they were tearing apart. Water poured from my mouth as I struggled to drag air back into my burning chest.

Apollo answered the video call without a second of hesitation.

The moment the screen lit up, every trace of color drained from his face.

Agatha was tied to a massive concrete pillar inside an abandoned warehouse. Her wrists were bound behind her back, blood stained the corner of her forehead, and she hung limply with her eyes closed.

A masked man stood behind her with a knife pressed against her neck.

So you're the famous Don Apollo Riccio, the man said with a mocking chuckle. I've heard this woman means more to you than anything else. Prepare one hundred million dollars and transfer it immediately. If you're even one minute late, I'll start cutting pieces off her one by one so you can watch.

He dragged the blade slowly across Agatha's cheek, drawing a thin line of blood.

Apollo's eyes turned bloodshot.

Don't fucking touch her, he roared, his voice echoing across the courtyard. I'll give you one hundred million, five hundred million, or whatever amount you want. I don't care how much it costs, just don't lay another finger on her.

The kidnapper laughed.

Money isn't the only problem, he sneered as he grabbed Agatha by the hair and forced her face toward the camera. A woman named Elarisse Redd hired us, but that cheap bitch never paid what she promised. My men aren't happy, so here's the deal. If you know her, break one of her legs. Do that, and the moment your money arrives, we'll send your little princess home alive.

Apollo didn't hesitate.

Not even for a heartbeat.

He placed his phone on the stone bench nearby, making sure the camera faced us.

Then he pointed directly at me.

This is Elarisse, he said steadily. She's right here. You'll get exactly what you asked for.

He walked toward me and slowly knelt beside me.

Then...

He pulled me into his arms.

His fingers gently brushed my soaked hair away from my face before his forehead rested lightly against mine.

For one foolish second...

My heart almost believed him again.

Elara, he whispered, his voice filled with heartbreaking tenderness. I'm sorry. I truly don't have another choice, and I'll carry this sin for the rest of my life if I have to. When this is over, I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.

I stared at him in confusion.

Before I could understand...

He suddenly grabbed both of my legs.

My eyes widened.

"Apollo... What are you doing?!"

The next second...

Crack!

A sickening sound split the air.

Agony exploded through every nerve in my body.

Ahhh!

My scream echoed across the estate as unbearable pain tore through my leg. My vision turned completely white, and I couldn't even draw another breath.

Apollo had broken my leg with his own hands.

Cold sweat drenched my body as I curled into myself, shaking uncontrollably on the ground.

Without looking away, Apollo picked up the phone and turned the camera toward my twisted leg.

It's done, he said hoarsely. You got what you wanted. Now release Agatha and don't you dare touch her again.

The kidnapper gave a satisfied laugh.

Good. I'll send you the address. Bring the money, and don't waste my time. If you're late... you'll be collecting her corpse instead.

The call ended.

Apollo lowered the phone and looked down at me.

For the briefest moment... Something flickered across his face.

Regret.

Or perhaps guilt.

It disappeared almost as quickly as it came.

He crouched beside me again.

Elara, he said quietly, I swear this is the last time. When I bring Agatha home safely, I'll make everything right between us. No matter what it takes, I'll repay everything I owe you.

I didn't answer. There was nothing left to say.

Apollo stood, ran toward his car, and the engine roared to life.

As the vehicle sped past me, he rolled down the window.

Wait for me, Elara, he called. When I come back, everything will be different. I promise.

Then he disappeared.

Just like always... He chose her.

Again.

I lay alone on the cold ground for what felt like forever.

No one came.

Every De Sangue soldier had followed Apollo.

The enormous estate was silent.

With trembling arms, I forced myself to sit up.

The pain from my broken leg was so intense it blurred my vision, but I gritted my teeth and refused to collapse.

Inside a nearby storage room, I found an old pair of crutches leaning against the wall.

Using every ounce of strength I had left, I pulled myself upright.

One painful step.

Then another.

Eventually, I managed to call a taxi.

The driver stared at my swollen leg in horror the moment I climbed inside.

Miss, he asked carefully, your leg looks badly injured. Shouldn't we go back to the hospital first? You need treatment immediately.

I managed a faint smile and slowly shook my head.

No, I whispered. There's somewhere much more important I need to be. Please... t-take me to the airport before it's too late.

The ride felt endless.

Every bump in the road sent another wave of agony through my body, but I endured every second without making another sound.

I wasn't running anymore.

I was surviving.

Somehow...

I made it.

The boarding gate was already preparing to close when I finally arrived.

Supporting myself with the crutches, I handed my passport to the airline staff with trembling fingers.

A few minutes later...

The plane lifted into the sky.

I sat quietly beside the window as Chicago slowly disappeared beneath the clouds.

I unlocked my phone one final time.

One by one, I deleted every contact connected to Apolloevery trace of him.

Then I blocked them all.

I looked out the window as the city vanished completely behind the clouds.

It's over. No one will ever hurt me again, and I'll never come back to this place.

Chicago disappeared into the distance.

So did Apollo Riccio.

The man who had destroyed my entire life.

From this moment on... He no longer existed in mine.