My Death Turned the Don Into a Lunatic

It's supposed to be a punishment, but it ends with me freezing to death in the freezer.

My fiance, Carlo Vesta, also known as the heir of the Vesta family, only remembers that I exist three days later.

Now, I'm just floating around while watching him hug my frozen corpse, his body trembling violently. I notice how broken his expression is, and soon, I witness him piecing together the truth that I've brought into my grave with me.

It's too late, Carlo. But it's fine.

I'm right here, watching you.

I want to see how you're going to face the truth of you personally locking up the woman you love in her own grave.

The freezing harbor wind sliced into my face. I kneeled on the frozen stone slabs of the Vesta family's private dock, watching Carlo Vesta storm ashore while Benedetta Conti lay soaked in his arms.

His black coat was wrapped tightly around her, revealing only the pair of red high heels on her feet.

"Get a doctor! Now!"

Carlo's roar echoed through the night as more than a dozen bodyguards in black suits sprang into motion.

"Carlo, don't blame Margherita. She didn't mean to push me…" Benedetta murmured weakly in his arms, her face pale as paper.

Carlo lowered his head and gazed at Benedetta. For the first time, I saw a tenderness in his eyes that he had never shown me before. "Don't speak. Save your strength."

He carried her toward the nearest car without sparing me a single glance.

I struggled to stand, wincing as my knees scraped raw against the unforgiving stone.

A bodyguard steadied me and handed me a dry towel. "Ms. Rossi…"

"I am fine."

I shrugged off his hand and forced myself to my feet.

Just then, Carlo settled Benedetta into the car and turned toward me.

"Explain yourself," he said with a calm so cold it was terrifying.

"When she fell, I tried to grab her. Carlo, I really—"

"You were standing right where she fell," he said, taking a step closer. "As I turned to pour a drink, I heard the splash. When I looked back, you were there, and she was already in the water."

"I was trying to pull her out!" I almost shouted.

Carlo let out a cold laugh. "Margherita, how many accidents have you caused in the last six months? At the stables, she was thrown from her horse, and she said you startled it. When her brakes failed, she was driving the car you usually take. Last month, she slipped on oil on the stairs, and your maid was responsible. And now, she falls into the water in front of you."

A chill spread through my body. "Do you think I would do all of that?"

"I go by the facts," he said, staring at me. "Benedetta can't swim. You nearly killed her."

"I didn't!" I said.

"That's enough."

He turned away and gestured to the bodyguards behind him. "Take her to Cold Vault