The day of the wedding had arrived; the beautiful Francesca was to marry Reginald, and both families would unite their empires. Yet, they did not allow poor Fiorella to see anyone; she was locked in her room, and her brothers were forbidden to visit her. She was deeply saddened; all she wanted was for her suffering to end.
Not only had they rejected the young woman and spread tales of her supposed betrayal, but they also seated her in the front row to watch the wedding of the man she loved with her sister Francesca.
The bride wore a stunning dress that hugged her body like a glove, walking like a queen to the altar where the handsome groom awaited. Fiorella's eyes stung, and her heart shattered with each passing moment in that place.
Reginald glanced at Fiorella when the priest asked for his vows, reciting beautiful words to Francesca, knowing it would only hurt Fiorella. She just wanted to escape; she felt utterly broken. Francesca recited her vows, declaring her acceptance in front of everyone. At that moment, Fiorella felt as if she had died, coming to the painful realization that love was a lie, mere empty words.
The ceremony concluded, and whispers followed Fiorella, who was seen as a disgrace, a traitor. No man would take her in now; only a dreadful option remained.
The reception was divine, decorated with every detail that Fiorella had wished for; it felt like her wedding with another bride—the cake, the tablecloths, the centerpieces, and the multitude of red roses. Reginald danced with his new wife, giving her a bouquet of roses, behaving as he once had with Fiorella.
As the wedding ended, she hoped never to see the pair again, believing they would retreat to their mansion and leave her to her sorrow. However, as she made her way to her room, the couple kissed in front of her, and he insulted her once more.
“Are you not going to congratulate us, sister-in-law? I am fortunate to have a decent woman by my side.” Fiorella kept her head down and tried to walk past, but he grabbed her arm.
“Why won’t you answer me, sister-in-law, you miserable whore? You were just waiting to roll in the hay with another man,” he shouted.
“Is that why you wanted to take advantage of me while I was drunk, so I wouldn’t realize your deceit, you slut?” He yelled again, striking her. She met his gaze and spoke.
“I only respected my brother-in-law, and now I cannot see you the same way. I hope that when you open your eyes and see the truth, you do not come back,” she said, looking at him firmly.
“Because you will find nothing, even if you seek it half an hour after this conversation. For the only person who has ever deserved my love is my mother, and I promise you will regret it,” he declared, stepping away before they could assault her again.
“You're a whore just like your mother; you’re as much of a slut as she is!” Francesca spat. Fiorella did not stop.
“Stop, you wretch; no one will accept you. I’m going to sell you so that you can pay me back with your body for every coin I’ve spent on you. You will end up in the Sex Inferno,” the girl's father threatened, leaving Fiorella shattered. Her life felt like it was coming to an end, but she refused to allow it. In that moment, she vowed to take revenge on her father, even if only in the smallest way.
The young girl's father left, and later a commotion erupted. She went downstairs and observed as they brought in a bound man, declaring they had finally captured the notorious mafia leader, whom they said was an enemy of her father. She decided to approach it that way.
Fiorella waited until the night had almost turned to dawn and took a knife from the kitchen. She made her way to the basement, wanting to escape the sounds of her sister’s moans, heading directly to where the man was tied up.
Fiorella entered carefully with her master key; at this hour, everyone was asleep, and the door was like a true vault, so once closed, there was no need to guard it. The man there was badly beaten, blood all over his face and clothes; he was young and handsome despite his injuries, and as she approached, he recognized her.
“You… What is the daughter of Francesco doing here? You were the bride who turned out to be a disgrace,” said the man.
"I’m here to let you go, listen carefully, you go down that hallway, touch the dolphin’s fin, enter and turn right, follow the path, and at the end press the golden candle on the wall, then you leave."
"What, you’ll let me escape? Why? They’ll kill you for treason." "He said, and she nodded."
"They’ll sell me too for being a whore, according to them, and regarding your question, I do it because you are my father’s enemy, which makes you my friend." "She said and released him."
"Take this knife, escape, we can’t both get away; one must distract them."The man shook his head at that angel; he was beautiful, so why wasn’t he escaping?
"No, come with me, we can do this; they’ll kill you"she denied.
"I’m already dead; the man who claims to love me married another and repudiates me. There’s no worse death than that."He shook his head.
"You need revenge; let’s go." "She said, smiling."
"Then avenge me, ruin his business, take his territory, or kill him." "She said and pushed him to leave, she returned, and it was obvious they noticed she wasn’t there, they found her and beat her, her father was furious, just like Reginald, who hated the man who escaped; now she was a traitor."
"Bastard, it was you; don’t deny it."She smiled.
"It’s true; at least I can hurt you this way, it’s nothing compared to what you’ve done to me." "She said."
"Tomorrow I’ll sell you as a whore, and there you’ll pay for everything." "He said, and they locked her up, but she wouldn’t let them do that, she took scissors and cut her beautiful light brown hair."
Fiorella cried, and her soul burned as she cut it too short for the sake of looking like a man, nearly shaving it all off. Then she took a razor blade and finished removing all her hair. Then, swearing to her mother that she wouldn't let herself be defeated, she took the blade and cut her face on each side, leaving hideous scars. She knew those men and their tastes, as they had been instilled in her; they hated ugly girls, and now she was repulsive—a victory for her. She was sure they would kill her, and she wouldn’t have to commit suicide to avoid being seen as a coward.
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