The Don's Lost Obsession: I'm Gone

Carlo La Rosa is the Don of the La Rosa family. As for me, I'm just a plaything who's been delivered to his bed in order to clear off my family's debts.

For the next three years, Carlo vents his carnal urges on me anyhow he wants. He doesn't do any foreplay. In fact, he doesn't even turn off the lights.

Instead, he forces me to look at myself in the mirror. He wants to show me how he eventually devours me.

"Take a good look at who's screwing you right now, Lydia!"

Carlo is very rough with me in bed, as though he wants to merge with me. I beg him to be gentler with me, but all I get in return are harder thrusts. Those thrusts continue until I faint from the intensity.

When I wake up, I see a black card and a morning-after pill on the nightstand. Even though I quickly take the pill, I still end up getting pregnant.

I'm about to tell Carlo the news when I see the news on the TV. Apparently, he gets stabbed three times in a row just to protect his first love, Serena Sergio.

It turns out that I'm just a plaything for him to vent his urges on. I'm not even considered a replacement.

As I caress my belly, I drop my signature on the divorce agreement. Then, I snap the black card in half and leave the pieces on the table.

Carlo La Rosa was the Don of the La Rosa famiglia of Neopolis.

And I, Lydia Luciani, was sent to him as a plaything to settle a debt.

There was a hideous scar on the back of his hand. Whenever he brushed his hand against my skin, it left a sensation that was both itchy and painful.

For three whole years, Carlo treated me as nothing more than an outlet for his needs.

There was no foreplay, and he didn't even bother turning off the lights. He forced me to look at the mirror, to watch how I was slowly and mercilessly consumed by him.

"Look carefully and remember who it is that owns you right now," Carlo had said.

His actions were rough and unrestrained, as though he wanted to crush me under him.

I begged for him to be gentler, only for him to go on treating me even harsher, until I finally passed out.

When I woke up, there was a black bank card and a box of birth control pills by the bedside.

There was no warmth or affection. Everything was only a transaction.

After all, the Lucianis owed Carlo 300 million dollars. It was only natural for a daughter to pay back her father's debt.

I obediently swallowed the pills with cold water, my throat dry and aching.

…

I still ended up pregnant a month later. It turned out the birth control pills had expired.

My hands were sweaty as I clenched the test report, feeling fearful yet tinged