Carlo is not allowed to use the Ferretti family surname in official situations, so all of his official documents bear his mother's last name, Bianchi. Lucas found his full name through the school system, which is why he refers to him as Carlo Bianchi. Privately, however, Carlo regards him as Carlo Ferretti, and his subordinates all call him Carlo Ferretti. If this is confusing, please leave a comment and let me know! Thank you!
Lyla was escorted out of the interrogation room, but this time, she wasn’t taken back to the same place. Instead, a different officer, one she hadn’t seen before, led her through several security doors until they reached a small cell.The cell was cramped, resembling the ones she’d seen on TV, with two sets of bunk beds occupying most of the space. The narrow hallway between them led to a metal toilet and sink. A tiny window on the wall let in a sliver of light, but there was no proper ventilation, and the entire cell reeked of a foul, indescribable odor.Lyla was unprepared for this. When the officer removed the handcuffs from her wrists, she nervously asked, "How long do you plan to keep me in here?" The officer didn’t respond, just giving her a cold, condescending glance before turning away. That look, filled with a mixture of arrogance and pity, made Lyla’s skin crawl. She turned her head, avoiding his gaze.It wasn’t until she heard the clang of the cell door closing that she sna
Tana’s words sent a chill down Lyla's spine. This was something she hadn’t anticipated at all, but she couldn’t deny that there was some truth in what Tana said. The people framing her had left too many obvious gaps in their plot, so their goal was likely more than just having her imprisoned. Whether they truly intended to kill her or were simply using her to manipulate Carlo, she wasn’t sure.Lyla’s nerves, which had briefly relaxed, were once again on edge, her mind racing through the possible dangers she might face. Tana, oblivious to the shift in Lyla’s expression, continued chattering excitedly about her experiences in prison.“For example, they’ll start a fight on purpose, get the target riled up. Then, they use that as an excuse—a whole group beats that one person until they’re either dead or seriously injured. Even if the guards come, it’s no use. They’ll just say the person started it.”"Or, they’ll pay off some murderer, someone already doing life. They won’t think twice abou
Two guards escorted a woman toward the cell. One of them unlocked the door and gestured for the woman to step inside. Lyla took just one glance and felt a chill run down her spine. She wasn't even sure if this person was a woman. The newcomer's physique was broad and muscular, her hair cut short, and her expression menacing. If it weren’t for the fact that Lyla had stolen a few glances to confirm she had no Adam’s apple, she might have believed this was a man.The woman threw Lyla a cold, challenging look. Lyla stared back, refusing to back down. She knew that any sign of weakness would only invite more aggression. On the outside, she tried to remain calm, but inside, every nerve was on edge. Her hand discreetly slid toward the makeshift weapon hidden beneath her pillow—that rolled-up paper, sharp enough to defend herself if needed.But the woman made no further move. She simply plopped down on the lower bunk across from Lyla, stretched out, and soon began snoring loudly.Lyla lay ba
Carlo sat on the balcony of the mansion's third floor, staring blankly at the waves in the distance. The wind whipped the sea, sending the waves crashing against the rocks with a low, rumbling roar. The setting sun painted half the sky a brilliant red, casting a shimmering glow on the water like flames dancing on the surface. Beside him were Valentina's painting tools, her easel holding a canvas she had been working on.Just a few minutes earlier, Valentina had set down her brushes, mentioning she’d learned a new recipe for a grape-based drink and wanted to make it for her son. She had gone to the kitchen, leaving Carlo alone. Taking advantage of her absence, he lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. His mother didn’t like the smell of smoke, so he rarely indulged in her presence. But at this moment, he needed the calming effect to settle his restless thoughts.Life in the mansion over the past few days had followed a similar pattern. Carlo avoided his father whenever possible, not wan
A shard of glass fell onto Valentina’s slipper, slicing through the smooth skin of her bare foot. Bright red blood seeped slowly from the wound. She winced in pain, collapsing onto the floor, her face pale, showing a mix of vulnerability and helplessness. She looked up at Carlo with pleading eyes. “Son, help me up, please.”Carlo instinctively took a few steps toward her but stopped abruptly, realizing something. “How much more have you been hiding from me?” he asked, his voice cold but laced with pain, towering over her.Valentina's expression shifted to one of wounded innocence. Tears welled in her eyes as she said, her voice trembling, "Yes, it was me... I ordered Hudson to kill that man. The day you came back, your phone was broken. Hudson couldn’t reach you, so he called the landline, and Maria picked up. While I was upstairs touching up my makeup, Maria told me. So, I called him back just to tell him your phone wasn’t working. That’s when he informed me that man was going after
In the largest hospital of Westhaven...Lyla lay silently on her bed, her head wrapped in thick bandages, with an IV drip attached to her arm. Though the medication had put her into a deep sleep, the tightly furrowed brow and trembling lips betrayed the agony she was enduring, as if trapped in a relentless nightmare. The room was silent, save for the soft, steady beeping of the heart monitor and the sound of her labored breathing.Lucas sat by her bedside, looking exhausted, his expression a mixture of pain and helplessness. Clutched tightly in his hand was the medical report he had just received from the nurse: a concussion, fractured ribs, and multiple soft tissue injuries. He couldn't image the horrors Lyla must have faced while in there. As he gazed at her pale face, a wave of sorrow and anger surged within him.The memory of the day he brought Lyla back from the police station still haunted him.To gather the bail money, Lucas had been forced to take out a high-interest loan. By
The first rays of morning sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, gently illuminating the hospital room. Lyla slowly opened her eyes, her vision still a bit blurry. However, a familiar figure was unmistakably visible—Carlo, slumped at her bedside, fast asleep. His furrowed brow and slightly parted lips showed exhaustion, while bruises and cuts marked his face, as if he'd just been in a fight.She blinked, unsure if she was dreaming. Ever since losing consciousness from the beatings in prison, she hadn't fully woken up until now. She couldn’t understand how she was lying safely in a hospital bed, and even less so why Carlo was there. Her last memory before blacking out felt distant, and she struggled to recall anything that followed.She tried to sit up, wanting to reach out and touch Carlo to confirm if this was real—after all, she had been dreaming about him constantly. But the moment she moved, a sharp, searing pain surged through her body. It felt as if someone had struc
Carlo sat in the small garden behind the hospital’s inpatient building. A cigarette, already burned down to the filter, clutched between his fingers. He had borrowed it a few minutes ago from someone passing by.He hadn't taken more than a few puffs, just holding it between his fingers, twisting the butt as if it were the head of an enemy lurking in the shadows—one he wanted to crush. The cold wind grazed his trembling hands, dulling the burning sensation from his fingertips, yet doing nothing to calm the fire raging inside him.It was colder here than by the coast, and he had rushed out without enough clothing. He wore only a thin shirt and jacket, letting the freezing air pierce his skin like blades, but he didn’t seem to notice.He had chosen to sit here on purpose, intentionally allowing the cold to envelop him, hoping it would dampen the murderous rage boiling within him. He wanted to kill—the people responsible for what had happened to Lyla."Sir." Hudson's voice sounded from be