After the Bullying Came Revenge

I am Novella Fontana. My sister-in-law, Carla Rossi, and I check into a resort owned by our family, intending to have a quiet vacation there.

But while we are at the ski resort, a lavishly dressed woman shows up out of nowhere and sneers at us, "This is a high-end ski resort. How can you let some random nobodies get in here? Where are the guards? Throw them out before they bring in germs from outside."

Upon hearing this, my expression turns frosty.

Before I can say anything, Carla beats me to it.

She snaps, "It's not like your family owns this place. What right do you have to kick us out? If you think we're an eyesore, go build your own ski resort!"

The woman's face darkens instantly.

She shrieks angrily, "How dare you speak to me like that! This is my fiancé's property! Do you have any idea? When Aldo Rossi gets here, you two are done for!"

Carla and I exchange a glance, and we both see the same confusion in each other's eyes.

It is because I am Aldo's wife.

But before we can react, that woman lifts her chin impatiently and orders, "Roberto, teach them a lesson."

In the next second, Carla and I are pressed down forcefully into the snow.

"Carla!"

As I rushed forward, Roberto Musso had already grabbed Carla Rossi by the back of her neck and slammed her head straight into the snow.

The thick layer of snow instantly buried half her face. She struggled on instinct, but her body was pinned down so tightly that she couldn't move at all.

"Let her go!" I shouted.

My expression changed instantly as I lunged forward to pull him away. But before I could even reach Carla, Roberto seized the back of my head with his other hand and forced me down into the snow as well.

The freezing snow flooded into my nose and mouth. I could barely breathe, yet I could still hear Carla's muffled coughing beside me.

She had just recovered from a cold and had asthma. There was no way her body could handle this.

I struggled desperately, clawing blindly at Roberto's arm. In the chaos, I bit down hard.

Roberto groaned in pain and finally loosened his grip.

I got to my feet quickly and helped Carla up from the snow.

Her face had gone pale, and her lips were tinged with a bluish purple. Her whole body trembled as she leaned against me, coughing violently.

I glared at the woman standing above us on the slope.

"Do you have any idea this could kill someone?" I demanded.

She let out a cold, disdainful laugh.

"If people like you die, then so be it. The Rossi family will take care of the aftermath."

I took a deep breath and asked firmly, "Is the Aldo Rossi you mentioned the Don of the Rossi family?"

"Looks like you know a thing or two," she said, lifting her chin proudly. "He's