The wedding was held on the deck of the cruise ship. Soren was in a white suit with Isabella hanging onto his arm.

The guests raised their champagne glasses as they gave their blessings.

"How lucky you are, Don Lucas," a Ronico mob boss said. "You have a beautiful fiancée, and even your foster daughter is—"

"Shut up." Soren's voice chilled the atmosphere around him. "Sophie is my daughter."

"Of course!" the man leered. "I heard she's really good with men!"

He took out his phone and showed a video of Sophie being ravaged and humiliated under him.

All of the guests heard the indecent sounds coming from the phone. Everyone turned to look at Sophie, and all she wanted to do was run away.

Soren punched the man from Ronico in the face. Immediately after, his men quickly came to drag the troublemaker away.

However, this had yet to end. Soren dragged Sophie over to him and slapped her. "How slutty are you to sleep with any man you see?"

The corner of her mouth started bleeding. She looked disappointed as she stared at him mockingly. "You won't believe me even if I try explaining it to you."

"How do I even have a daughter like you? You're nothing but a slut."

Soren dragged Sophie to the middle of the venue and announced publicly, "From now onward, I, Soren Lucas, will have nothing to do with Sophie Rossi!"

He ordered someone to take Sophie away and leave her in the storeroom of the cruise ship.

Inside, Sophie trembled all over, but Soren's men did not leave. They leered as they took off their clothes while getting close to Sophie.

"I wonder how it feels to f*ck the Principessa?"

"Look at how flat she is. What is she thinking, trying to win Don Lucas over from Ms. Johansson?"

Sophie trembled even harder.

"Isabella sent you here!"

"You're a smart one. Consider this a punishment from Don Lucas too. Don't cross the line with people you shouldn't in your next life!"

They pushed Sophie down and started fondling her body. Her attempts at stopping the humiliation looked like an invitation to the men. Her eyes eventually glazed over as she let the men do whatever they wanted to her body.

A tear quietly fell from the corner of her eye.

She had no idea how long they were on top of her, but they finally pulled up their pants and left. She tried to stand up from the ground like a zombie. Memories of her earlier life flashed in her mind.

Her father's death, Soren's love, her torture at the college, Isabella's taunts and attempts at framing her… There was also Soren's distrust and revenge.

Hatred grew in her heart. She grabbed a pair of pliers next to her and stumbled toward the ceremony.

Soren and Isabella were in the middle of exchanging rings. That was when the chandelier above suddenly fell, about to crash on Isabella.

"Look out!" Soren protected her instinctively, and the shards pierced his back.

Isabella screamed before passing out. Soren looked up at where the chandelier used to be. Sophie was standing next to the railing on the second floor with a pair of pliers in her hand.

"Sophie! Are you crazy?" he roared.

She looked down at the long corridor of the cruise ship.

Soren's heart suddenly started beating wildly, and he gave chase. However, it was too late. By the time he reached her, Sophie had jumped over the railing. He rushed toward her and grabbed her hand.

"Grab onto me, Sophie! I'll pull you up!"

Sophie tried hard to push Soren's hand off her. "I don't need you to save me. I want you dead! I want Isabella dead! If I can't kill you, I'd rather die!"

She finally broke free of Soren, and the sight of her dress disappeared from view. Her last words were, "Soren, I hate you."

"No…" Soren kept grabbing at the air, but he caught hold of nothing.

It was the Novatia River below them, and the current was strong. Sophie's body could be seen bobbing in and out of the water.

"Save her! Get into the river and save her!" Soren roared.

However, no one dared to jump as they were too high above the water.

Hence, Soren jumped into the river himself. He was enveloped by icy-cold water, but he could see Sophie sinking deeper. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the water, feeling that her body was as light as a feather.

"Sophie! Wake up!" He patted her cheek.

He touched her neck but did not feel a pulse. Her chest was not heaving either.

She was dead.

Soren hugged Sophie's 'corpse' in the hospital, refusing to let anyone get near her.

He whispered into her ear, "I canceled the wedding, Sophie. You won."