In the tenth year of being the secret lover of Luca, a Mafia Don, I died.

When the bullet tore through my chest, I used the last of my strength to dial his number.

“Luca, I’ve been shot… Please, save me…”

On the other end, he let out a careless, mocking snort. “Eva, is this another one of your tragic‑act routines? Helena’s waiting for me to have breakfast with her. I’m tired of this game. Stop bothering me.”

Then, the call cut off without mercy, and so I closed my eyes in despair.

When I opened them again, I had gone back seven days before the shooting.

This time, with trembling fingers, I dialed a number I hadn’t dared to touch in three years.

“Marcus, three years ago, you said you’d marry me. Do you still stand by it?”

The voice on the other end exploded. “Eva! You finally called me! I’m in Sicily, clearing out an enemy faction. I can’t get back right now.

“Give me seven days. I swear I’ll come back to you in a blaze of glory!”

I woke up with a warm, tingling sensation running across my back.

Luca’s hand was pressed against the soft skin at my waist, his fingertips lazily tracing circles. The touch was so hot that it made my breath hitch.

Instinctively, I tried to shift forward, hoping to escape the heat of his palm. However, the arm he had wrapped around my waist tightened sharply.

“Why are you running?” he murmured against my ear. “You were obedient enough last night.”

I bit my lip and didn’t respond, curling my fingers into the silk sheets underneath me.

He seemed pleased by my silence. His fingers drifted to my most sensitive spot, testing and teasing to send a shiver through my entire body.

My breathing scattered instantly. It felt like someone had shoved a burning coal into my chest, heat rising all the way to my throat.

Just when my mind was about to blur, his phone on the nightstand buzzed loudly.

The screen lit up, and Helena’s smiling face flashed across the lock screen.

Luca’s movements halted.

The hand gripping my waist slowly loosened, and the desire in his eyes was quickly replaced by familiar indifference.

“Get up,” he sat up and said with the same tone he always used, as if our heated tangle just moments ago had been nothing but a dream. “Helena had another nightmare about the fire. I need to go.”

His warmth lingered on my skin as I lay there with my eyes closed, catching my breath.

The memories of my previous life slammed into me.

When I had been bleeding from a gunshot wound, I called Luca.

However, he let out a careless, mocking snort. “Eva, is this another one of your tragic‑act routines? Helena’s waiting for me to have breakfast with her. Stop bothering me.”

The busy tone of the call hanging up in my ear had cut deeper than the bullet.

When I opened my eyes again, I was wide awake.

I really had gone back seven days before I was shot.

“Luca,” I called out. My voice was still hoarse from what we’d just done, trembling ever so slightly that I didn’t even notice it myself. “I want to end our agreement. I’m leaving the Vittori family.”

His hands paused halfway through fastening his tie. Finally, he turned and looked at me with a faint, mocking smirk.

“Trying to play hard to get? You’ve been with me for ten years and still don’t understand how I work. I waited for Helena to wake up for a decade. Whatever tricks you’re pulling won’t work on me.”

He walked over, bracing a knee between my legs and trapping me between the headboard and his body. Then he grabbed my chin firmly enough to make me lift my head to meet his gaze.

His eyes turned cold.

“Don’t forget. If it weren’t for you, Helena wouldn’t have been in a coma for ten years. You’re here to pay your debt. And you dare talk about leaving?”

“I didn’t push her!”

I had said those words countless times before.

Ten years ago, during that shootout, Helena had followed us on her own. I never even saw her there. “She went into the danger zone herself. It has nothing to do with me!”

“Still arguing?”

His fingers tightened on my jaw, sharp with anger, pain shooting up to my gums.

“At the last family meeting, you wouldn’t even apologize to her. And now you’re still talking back? It seems you really need to be taught a lesson!”

Luca dragged me toward the top floor.

My silk nightdress caught on the staircase railing, and my bare arm scraped against the cold metal bars, one red mark fading just as another appeared.

I struggled twice, but he only gripped harder, not sparing me even a glance.

All he saw was Helena on the top floor ward. I was nothing more than a piece of trash he was hauling along.

Helena lay on the hospital bed. The moment she saw us, her shoulders trembled, and her face went pale as paper.

“Luca… why is she here? Every time I see her, I remember the shootout. I’m so scared…”

Luca immediately let go of me and rushed over.

His fingers brushed gently over the top of Helena’s hair so tenderly. I had followed him for ten years and never once seen him show that kind of softness.

“Don’t be afraid. I brought her here to apologize.”

When he turned back, his eyes were ice cold, and the look he shot me could have cut skin.

“Kneel.”

I didn’t move. My knuckles were white from being clenched, nails digging into my palms. “I didn’t push you into the danger zone. Why should I kneel?”

“Because you owe her ten years!” His voice snapped like a whip. “If you hadn’t stopped me back then, I would’ve taken her away from the scene. She wouldn’t have been in a coma for ten years!”

“I never even saw her there!” I lifted my head. My eyes burned, but I refused to back down. “She followed us on her own. That has nothing to do with me!”

On the bed, Helena let out a soft sob. She tugged lightly at Luca’s sleeve. “Luca, forget it. Maybe Eva just doesn’t remember. I don’t blame her. Don’t force her…”

“Doesn’t remember?” Luca laughed coldly, his gaze dropping to my knees. “She’s just pretending.”

The moment the words fell, pain exploded through my legs.

He kicked the back of my knees hard.

There was a sharp crack. My legs buckled, and I crashed to the floor, kneeling on the cold tiles.

A sharp, tearing pain shot up my bones. Cold sweat soaked my back instantly, and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out.

I glared up at him, vision rimmed with red. However, he only looked satisfied.

“Kneeling now, aren’t you?” He bent down, gripping my chin and lifting it upward with enough force that it could crush the jawbone. “Apologize to Helena. Admit you were wrong.”

“I wasn’t wrong.” My voice trembled, but I didn’t yield an inch. “Kill me, beat me, do whatever you want. But I won’t confess to something I didn’t do!”

Helena suddenly started coughing, covering her face with her hands. Tears leaked between her fingers.

“Luca, my head is spinning… Maybe I shouldn’t have asked her to apologize. I—I can’t breathe…”

Luca’s expression changed instantly, and he spun around to support her, completely forgetting I existed.

He slammed his hand on the call button and barked at the nurses who rushed in, “Hurry up and check her! If anything happens to her, I’ll tear this whole hospital apart!”

While they scrambled, he shot me a vicious glare, as if he could tear me apart.

“Lock her in the attic. She gets no meals unless I say so. She can come out when she’s ready to apologize.”

Two guards stepped forward and hauled me up by the arms.

My already bruised knees scraped across the floor, burning with pain, blood quickly soaking into the torn fabric.

I looked back at Luca cradling Helena, murmuring to comfort her, and suddenly laughed out loud, full of despair.

“Luca, in this life, you’ll never be anything more than her puppet.”

There were no windows in the attic. Only a dim yellow bulb hung overhead, its light catching countless specks of dust floating in the air.

I was thrown onto the floor. Dirt clung to the open wounds on my knees, and I curled in on myself in pain.

The door locked with a click. From outside, Helena’s voice drifted in, clear through the wooden panels. “Luca, don’t be too harsh on Eva. What if she starves?”

“She brought this on herself.” Luca’s voice was cold and flat, completely emotionless. “When she admits her mistake, she’ll get to eat.”

Their footsteps grew distant. The attic fell silent.

I pressed a hand against the wall, trying to push myself up. However, the moment I put weight on my legs, pain stabbed deep into my knees.

The skin had already been scraped raw when they dragged me earlier. Blood stuck to my torn pants, tearing painfully with every movement I made.

I had no idea how long had passed before the lock suddenly clicked again.

Helena wheeled herself inside, holding a steaming porcelain bowl of soup.

She set the bowl on the floor and smiled gently. “Eva, I sneaked some soup in for you. Go on, drink it.”

However, I didn’t move and kept my gaze fixed on her. “What’s your game this time?”

“I just want to make peace,” she sighed, reaching toward me as if to help. “Maybe I remembered what happened wrongly back then. Don’t hate Luca. He’s only worried about me.”

I turned my head away from her hand. Before I could process anything else, I heard a crash.

The bowl shattered on the floor, spattering my pant leg with soup remains.

Helena jerked back instantly, her face draining of color. “Eva! How could you push me…”

The door slammed open.

Luca stormed in, eyes blazing the moment he saw the broken pieces and Helena’s pale face.

He crossed the room in seconds and slapped me hard.

The sharp crack echoed through the attic.

Half my face went numb, and a metallic taste filled my mouth as blood seeped from the corner of my lips.

“You dare push her?” He grabbed my collar and yanked me off the ground, choking me.

“Helena brought this for you out of kindness, and this is how you treat her?”

“She dropped it herself!” I struggled. The pain in my face was nothing compared to the cold settling in my heart. “Look carefully! There’s nothing near her wheelchair that could support me to stand up! How could I have touched her?”

“I saw you dodge her hand!” Luca roared, then shouted toward the door, “Bring the whip!”

A guard appeared almost instantly, handing over a leather whip tipped with metal spikes. It glinted under the attic light.

Luca took it, eyes sharp with fury. “Since you refuse to admit your wrongs, then you’ll learn through pain what you can and cannot do.”

The first strike landed across my back. My clothes tore open, and searing pain shot through every nerve, burning its way down my spine.

My whole body trembled, but I forced my head up. “Luca! Are you blind? She’s been lying to you all this time!”

“Still arguing?”

The second whip hit harder. I felt warm blood spread across my torn nightdress.

I bit my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing me cry out. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Helena sitting in her wheelchair, her mouth curled in a tiny, smug smile.

The moment she noticed my gaze, she quickly masked it with a worried expression. “Luca, stop! You’ll kill her if you keep going!”

“She won’t die.” Luca didn’t even pause to land a third strike across my arm. “Today she’s going to learn what happens when she upsets you!”

A broken laugh scraped out of my throat, flecked with blood. “Luca, you’ll never know the truth in this lifetime. You’ll stay fooled by her forever, living inside her lies!”

He hesitated for a split second.

Something flickered in his eyes before anger swallowed it whole again.

He tossed the whip to the guard. “Keep going. Stop only when she apologizes.”

The lashes kept falling until the pain blurred into fog, but I never said the words he wanted.

I wasn’t wrong. Why should I apologize?