Chapter 132: Chapter 132

Elena.

I couldn't bear to see Deangelo and Sofia falling in love. It reminded me of what I could never have with him, a painful truth that haunted me constantly. So, when Mrs. Cali realized she didn't have a crucial ingredient for her dish, I saw it as a chance to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the house. I wanted to distract myself from my own pain. Without hesitation, I offered to help her and suggested going to the market to get the missing ingredient. I hoped that the busy market and change of scenery would give me a break from the heartache I was feeling.

Mrs. Cali seemed grateful for my offer, and soon I hurried to the market. The fresh air and lively surroundings provided a welcome change from the heaviness of the house. As I walked through the crowded stalls and saw the colorful displays of fruits and vegetables, I let myself get lost in the vibrant atmosphere. Sometimes, I caught glimpses of couples holding hands and smiling at each other. Each tender moment stung, reminding me of what I desired but could never have. Still, I pushed those thoughts aside and tried to focus on the present and find joy in the little things.

While I carefully searched the shelves for the missing spice, my heart skipped a beat when I saw two strong men approaching me. I instantly recognized them as my father's loyal henchmen, the ones who did his dirty work without question. Panic surged through me, and I tried to run away, screaming for help.

But my cries fell on deaf ears, and the people around me ignored the unfolding situation. No one wanted to get involved in my father's dangerous world. Before I could escape, the men closed in on me, their tight grips restricting my freedom.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I pleaded with the indifferent crowd to help, but their indifference remained unchanged. The world seemed to shrink around me as the men forcefully covered my head with a bag, plunging me into darkness and confusion. Fear and uncertainty raced through my mind as they whisked me away to an abandoned railway station, a place filled with haunting memories of the past.

There, in the dimly lit station, I came face to face with my father after what felt like an eternity. His presence exuded wickedness and coldness, sending shivers down my spine. Desperation consumed me, and I found myself begging for my life, willing to promise anything to survive. I swore to return to the park and comply with his demands if he spared me from his anger.

But my father silenced my pleas with a harsh slap across my face. The force of the blow split my lip, and I tasted the metallic tang of blood as it trickled down my chin. It was a painful reminder of the cruelty that lay beneath his calm exterior. Despite the pain, I realized with a mix of relief and dread that he didn't intend to inflict further physical harm on me.

His intention was clear – he wanted to assert his dominance, to remind me of my vulnerability and his control over my life. The abandonment, abuse, and manipulation I had endured had left deep scars on my soul, scars that resurfaced with every encounter with him. In that moment, I understood that my survival depended on maintaining a façade of compliance, enduring the psychological torment that came with being in his presence.

I stood before my father, his menacing presence casting a dark shadow over me. The sting from his slap still lingered on my face, but I couldn't show any weakness. My father, always a master of manipulation, revealed his twisted plan for me. His intentions sent shivers down my spine, and I knew I had to tread carefully if I wanted to survive this ordeal.

"You will be useful to me in another place," he declared, a wicked glint in his eyes. His words hung heavily in the air, signaling impending danger.

Confusion clouded my mind as I played dumb, pretending to be innocent. "Another place? What do you mean, Father?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and defiance.

My father's patience wore thin as he raised his hand threateningly. "Don't play games with me, Elena," he warned, his voice dripping with malice. "I want you to lure Deangelo to a secluded location, away from prying eyes. You will be the bait."

A surge of anger welled up within me, but I masked it with an innocent facade. "Why would teh alpha of Ferrari pack follow me anywhere?" I questioned, my tone laced with feigned innocence. I had to be careful with my words, knowing that any slip could provoke his violent tendencies.

Father's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening. "Do not underestimate the power of your influence over him," he sneered. "I know of your relationship. Do not think you can fool me, Elena."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. I needed to think quickly, to devise a plan that would protect both Deangelo and myself. With a newfound boldness, I retorted, "Father, things have changed. Deangelo has lost his memory. We are no longer together."

A cruel smile played upon Father's lips. "That is your problem, Elena. And it is your responsibility to rectify it," he spat, his voice laced with menace. "You will bring him to the designated location by the week's end, or else..."

My breath caught in my throat as the weight of his threat hung in the air. I knew his words held the power of life and death. But in that moment, a glimmer of determination flickered within me. I couldn't let fear consume me. "You won't kill me," I stated, my voice steady, my gaze unwavering. "You need me alive to accomplish your twisted plans."

Father's eyes bore into mine, his expression hardening. "You dare challenge me, Elena? Remember your place."

A surge of defiance surged through me as I stood my ground. "You won't lay a finger on me," I asserted, my voice tinged with a newfound strength. "We both know the consequences if any marks were to mar my body. You need me to blend in, to keep up the charade at the Ferrari pack."

A dangerous glimmer danced in Bruno's eyes as he contemplated my words. His grip on me loosened slightly, but his threat still hung in the air. I had bought myself a momentary reprieve, but the stakes had never been higher. In that moment, I made a silent vow to myself. I would do whatever it took to protect both Deangelo and the pack. Time was running out, and I had to devise a plan that would outsmart my father's twisted machinations. As I stared into his cold eyes, I knew I had to navigate this treacherous path with caution, using every ounce of cunning and courage I possessed. My survival depended on it.