The Mistress Comes Knocking: He Begs Me Not to Go

When I was 18, I was abducted and assaulted.

Leonardo Ferrante stormed into the hideout with explosives strapped to his body and saved me. As a result, he lost a leg.

After getting a prosthetic, he gently wiped away my tears and comforted me. "Don't be silly, Camilla Marino. It's just one leg. Why are you crying over this? I said I will protect you for a lifetime. I won't break my promise."

After that, he even risked his life to take revenge for me. No one in the whole wide world dared to provoke me.

I once thought I would stay happy like this forever... until his mistress, Vittoria Greco, hands me an invitation to their engagement banquet.

"Do you really think he will marry an assaulted woman like you? Leonardo says you're rotten inside and out. Only I deserve to marry him. We're getting engaged next week. Make sure you come join us for the celebration."

I stare at the fancy font on the invitation.

Then I swing it backhand and slap her across the face 100 times until she bleeds.

After that, I have my men call Leonardo.

"I will make a bet with you. If you win, you can take your mistress away. But if you lose, I will claim her life!"

Leonardo Ferrante stormed into my house like a man possessed.

The moment he saw Vittoria Greco lying on the floor with blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, his expression immediately turned murderous.

"Have you lost your mind, Camilla Marino?"

I stood where I was, looking up at him.

"You barged into my house, pointing and yelling at me for the sake of a cheap mistress who isn't fit to be seen in public. Leonardo, aren't you the one who's lost your mind?"

Leonardo pressed his lips tightly together, saying nothing.

Vittoria struggled to crawl to his feet. She then lifted her face, swollen from my slap, and said tearfully, "Leonardo, we're getting engaged next week. H-How am I supposed to explain to my parents if they see me like this?"

She wept in bitter despair.

I saw a flicker of hesitation in Leonardo's eyes. The next second, he suddenly pressed a knife against my throat.

In a calm yet cruel voice, he said, "Camilla, everyone knows about what happened to you back then. My nonno made it very clear that my family would never take in a daughter-in-law with a tarnished reputation."

He looked at me with pain and resolve in his eyes.

"My heart will always belong to you, but my hand has to go to her. My family needs an heir, so stop making a scene. Let's both get what we want, okay?"

When I heard that, I felt as if my heart had been brutally carved out with a sharp blade.

He was telling me to stop making a scene? But whose enemy was it that tracked me down and got me kidnapped and assaulted in the first place?