In the two days of Benedetta's sick act, Carlo had completely forgotten about me.

It wasn't until the dock project I was in charge of hit a snag that he finally lost his patience. "Go to the cold vault and bring Margherita here now!" he barked at his bodyguards.

Benedetta suddenly rushed forward and grabbed his arm. "Don't go."

Carlo frowned. "What?"

"I…" she said, looking down. "I went there this morning. I wanted to let her out and talk to her, but she hit me."

When she looked up, there was a faint red streak on her left cheek.

Carlo's eyes darkened instantly. "She hit you?"

"She said everything was my fault, that I was faking and trying to steal you…"

Benedetta's eyes glistened with tears. "Then she slapped me. Carlo, I was so scared."

Carlo turned to his bodyguard and firmly said, "Forget it. Keep her there until she realizes exactly what she did wrong."

The bodyguard hesitated. "But the dock project—"

"I'll take care of it personally."

Carlo slipped on his coat and walked out. "Margherita Rossi remains confined. No one is to see her."

Benedetta stayed behind as he disappeared through the doorway. She lifted a hand to touch the red mark on her cheek and smiled.

Her smile sent a shiver through me, as much as a ghost could shiver.

The following night, my Papa, Enrico Rossi, called.

"Carlo Vesta! Where is my daughter? She hasn't contacted me in two days!"

"Mr. Rossi, Margherita is—"

"Don't tell me she's busy. She would never disappear like this. Even when she works late, she always sends a message," Papa said sharply. "Did you lock her up? I know about Benedetta's incident. Remember this—if Margherita is harmed in any way, our partnership ends on the spot. The Rossi family will sever all port access and shipping routes at once."

After a moment of silence, Carlo said calmly, "Margherita made a mistake. She is being disciplined. This is an internal matter of the Vesta family.

"Internal matter? She's my daughter!" Papa snapped. "If I don't see her by tomorrow morning, you'd better be ready for the termination notice."

With that, Papa hung up. Carlo held the receiver long after the line went dead.

Just then, there was a knock at the study door. The representative from the dock project had arrived in person.

"Mr. Vesta, I'm sorry for coming straight to you," the representative said politely, though firmly. "We must work with Ms. Rossi. The person you appointed has no knowledge of the project."

Carlo frowned. "When did I assign someone else?"

The representative replied, "It's a woman named Benedetta Conti. She claimed you sent her to manage the project."

Carlo closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them, a storm raged within his gaze. "Bring Margherita here now," he ordered his bodyguards.

"Yes, Mr. Vesta," the bodyguard said before leaving.

Carlo turned to the representative. "Please wait. Margherita will arrive shortly."

The representative nodded and sat on the sofa.

I floated behind the bodyguard as he left the main house, through the rain-soaked garden, and arrived at the cold storage. He took out the keys and unlocked the heavy iron door.

The door swung open, and the chill rushed out, carrying the familiar scent of rust and fish.

The bodyguard entered, shining his flashlight around. In the corner, my body still lay curled up, as if asleep."

"Ms. Rossi," he whispered.

There was no response.

He stepped closer and bent down. "Ms. Rossi, Mr. Vesta is calling you."

Of course, my dead body couldn't answer him.

The guard froze for a moment, then dared to touch my shoulder. It was stiff and ice-cold.

He yanked his hand back, and the flashlight swung erratically.

He stumbled backward and bolted to the door, shouting into his radio. "Mr. Vesta! Ms. Rossi isn't answering! She… She looks dead!"