Chapter 3

After spending the whole night crying my eyes out, I made up my mind. As the sun rose, I did my makeup, put on my best tailored suit, and went to Rebecca's room. I kicked open her door, ignored her confused expression, and placed a contract in her hand. "Sign here, and you'll be the greatest Madre in Savon." "Please believe me when I say I really don't have any feelings for Don Leone…" I looked at her pitiful face and empty gaze, doing my best to suppress the urge to slap her. "Cut the act. If you won't sign, prepare to die. I don't want to waste my breath on a lowly woman like you." Rebecca shrank back a little, tears sliding down her cheeks. "Madre, I refused the Don, but he said he couldn't help it…" I couldn't stand it anymore. I immediately slapped her face with the back of my hand. "Are you done? Sign it." She shook her head, pursing her lips. I turned and ordered my men, "Bleed her dry and feed her to the sharks." With that, I turned to leave, ignoring the despairing sobs behind me like Casper had done to me in the past. When I returned home, I threw myself on the couch, unable to stop myself from recalling all of our sweet memories. My phone vibrated. It was a message from one of my men. "Madre! Bad news! She was pregnant, and she miscarried while we were escorting her." 30 minutes later, I sat blankly on the couch, facing an enraged Casper. "Casper, listen to me. Don't—" He rushed forward in large strides, pressing me down on the couch and covering my mouth with his hand. I struggled desperately, but I lacked the strength—not because I wasn't strong enough, but because he was the one pressing me down. He gripped my underwear and brutally ripped it to shreds, as if he were facing a prisoner. Memories of the torture I had endured in captivity came flooding back, and my whole body shook. The cries that spilled from my lips as I lay at his mercy sounded utterly despairing. Casper panted heavily by my ear, whispering the words that hurt me to the core, "You've already done this with so many men, so why are you pretending?" I abruptly stiffened. I felt like I was looking at a demon who had just climbed out of hell. When Casper saw my expression, a flash of regret crossed his face for a split second. However, he quickly stepped up his pace. "Did you forget? You were locked up in that basement for a month. When I found you, what I saw underneath— I struggled out of his grasp with all my might and struck him across the face. "How dare you bring that up? I hate you! I hate you so much, Casper Leone!" He knew that month was the darkest time of my life, but he mercilessly used it like a blade for the sake of a new lover, stabbing me again and again. "I am your boss. I can do whatever I want with you." He stood up and looked down at me like I was a stray dog begging for scraps on the sidewalk. "Think about it, Vivian. Who would want a used madwoman like you apart from me?" He straightened his collar and expressionlessly turned to give his men orders. "Handcuff Vivian. According to the family's third rule, those who go against the Don's orders will be punished severely."