Hearing Her Heart Drove Him Mad

At the Mafia Alliance Academy, reputation is the only currency—and mine was bankrupt in a single morning.

One planted file, one flawless performance, and a few crocodile tears from Elena Rossi, the “fragile” scholarship student, were all it took. Overnight, I fell from the heights of the elite to a pariah branded a cruel bully.

The ultimate betrayal?

My fiancé, Luca Valenti—the future Don who once swore to be my blade—stood by her side, looking at me with nothing but cold contempt.

They called me cruel.

Entitled.

A rich girl bullying someone who had nothing.

What they didn’t know was that I could hear the venom dripping from Elena’s mind.

While she played the victim, her thoughts laughed—mocking the Academy’s stupidity, sneering at how easily she had Luca wrapped around her finger.

I stayed silent… until the Truth System awakened.

Now I can broadcast her twisted thoughts to anyone I choose.

And without hesitation, I linked her mind to Luca’s.

So while Elena clings to his arm, crying about her “shattered dreams,”

Luca hears everything—

her plans to destroy his family,

her contempt for his protection,

and her disgust at being touched by him.

The girl he chose is already tearing his world apart.

During our mid-morning break, our class president—Elena Rossi—suddenly announced that her Model UN keynote draft had gone missing.

The room erupted immediately.

Desks were opened, backpacks dumped, even the recycling bin overturned.

And then the shredded pages were “found” in my desk.

Elena went pale on cue, her voice quivering just enough to sound honest.

“Sofia… did I do something to you? Why would you tear up my draft?”

I froze. None of this added up.

Then she lowered her gaze, her tone shrinking into something wounded—almost intimate.

“I know you’ve always looked down on charity students like me.”

Her lips trembled.

“That speech might’ve earned me a full travel scholarship. I was counting on it for the fees… for my mom’s treatment…”

Tears collected on her lashes like she practiced them.

“For you, it’d be nothing. For me… it was everything.”

“People don’t get to choose where they’re born,” she choked out.

“I don’t steal, I don’t cheat, I work harder than anyone, and I was recruited into the Mafia Alliance Academy as a model student. So tell me—what did I do wrong?”

The entire class had already decided I was guilty.

“So this is the real Sofia—rich and cruel.”

“Having money doesn’t give you the right to humiliate a poor student.”

“If she’s so tough, why not pick on the daughter of Italy’s richest man?”

Their anger rose fast—fed by Elena’s fragile shaking, the way she folded in on herself like someone who had just been stepped on.

Every student in the room seemed to mirror her fear, her pain—

never questioning whether it was real.

I steadied my breath.

“Elena, I’ve never looked down on you. I didn’t touch your draft. I don’t know how it ended up in my desk. There has