Nothing Left but a Blood Debt

"Sienna, I am here to inform you that you are stripped of all your duties for betraying the family."

Seeing my bandaged hand, he took the evidence from the folder and laid it out in front of me.

"I know you are the Don's daughter, but embezzling funds from the Chicago project is a betrayal of the family. Not even the Principessa is above our laws. We’ve worked together for years, Sienna. I never thought you were capable of this."

"No…" I started to explain, but Marco cut in. "Mr. Petrov, could there be some misunderstanding? How could Sienna possibly betray the family?"

The Consigliere sighed. "I wish there were, but we received an anonymous tip last night, and the evidence is conclusive. I have no choice but to believe it."

I swallowed my words. No one here would believe me. The man who had mentored me now looked at me with resentment, and my chest ached as if I were suffocating. And the source of it all, the hypocrite himself, was standing right there.

After Mr. Petrov left, Marco gently hugged me, his voice a soft comfort. "Don't be afraid. I believe you. I'll have my men investigate and clear your name."

Though I couldn't see his face, I could imagine the smug look he was wearing. I said nothing, my stomach churning. I had never been so disgusted by another human being.

Marco did indeed send men to investigate, but since he was the one who orchestrated the frame-up, his so-called investigation predictably went nowhere. Everyone believed I had betrayed the family, subjecting me to endless questioning and ostracism. Some family members even stood outside the clinic, pointing fingers.

"We don't need a Principessa who betrays the family—get out!"

"He went through hell to get her back, and this is how she repays him? She should've died with those animals!"

Each time, Marco would appear to drive them away, then return to my room and embrace me as I huddled in the corner, a flicker of something unreadable—pity? guilt?—in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I will find out the truth for you. I'll bring in the best surgeons from Europe, and if that doesn't work, I'll find an underground miracle doctor. No matter the cost, I will heal you."

By now, I couldn't tell if a single one of his words was sincere.

Sure enough, that night I overheard a conversation between Marco and a doctor.

"Change her medication tomorrow. Switch it to one that will slow wound healing. We can't let her be discharged so quickly, at least not until the day Carla's appointment is officially announced."

I didn't cause a scene. I quietly returned to my room and dialed the only number in my contacts from a backup phone.

"Papa… I want to come home."

Marco came to see me at the clinic early the next morning, peeling an apple by my bedside.

"Sienna, I've already contacted the best surgeon in Europe. You'll be able to have surgery soon." He brought a slice of apple to my lips, a look of earnest concern on his face.

Thinking of what he'd said last night, I forced a smile and said nothing. My best friend had already booked a private jet to take me home tomorrow. I had no intention of sticking around for his so-called "surgery."

Just then, the door opened. Carla, dressed in a sharp power suit, glided to my bedside, a sickeningly sweet smile fixed on her face. "Sienna, I'm your acting advisor. I came to see how you are."

She placed a cold hand on my cheek. "You poor thing, how did you get so badly hurt?" Her words were dripping with mockery, her eyes gloating.

Carla was Marco's mistress and his first love. To solidify his position as heir and gain the support of my more powerful family, Marco had been forced to break up with her and enter a marriage alliance with me. As a result, Carla had despised me ever since.