Chapter 14. Thrown Away
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Rain poured heavily across Milan the night Elena’s world completely fell apart.
She stood frozen inside the hospital hallway while doctors and nurses rushed past her.
“I’m sorry,” the doctor said quietly. “Your father passed away from the accident before arriving.”
Elena’s knees nearly gave out.
Her father…
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Dead?
Even though he rarely cared about her anymore, hearing those words still shattered something inside her.
Back at the mansion, the atmosphere became chaotic immediately.
Sofia cried dramatically while Bianca acted like the grieving widow before relatives and guests.
But the moment everyone left—
Everything changed.
“You need to leave this house.”
Elena slowly looked up in shock.
“W-what?”
Bianca crossed her arms coldly.
“This mansion belongs to me and Sofia now. You have no place here anymore.”
Elena’s eyes widened painfully.
“But this is my father’s house too.”
Bianca laughed mockingly.
“Your father barely acknowledged you before dying. Don’t start acting important now.”
Sofia stood beside her mother silently without defending Elena even once.
Tears slowly filled Elena’s eyes.
“What about Grandma?” she asked weakly. “Her hospital treatment—”
“Handle it yourself,” Bianca interrupted coldly. “I’m not wasting another cent on that crazy old woman.”
Elena felt completely broken.
Her grandmother was all she had left.
“Please…” Elena begged softly. “At least until I find work—”
“I said leave.”
Bianca threw Elena’s small suitcase toward her feet.
And just like that…
She was thrown out of her own home beneath the cold rain.
Hours later, Elena sat quietly inside Nina’s tiny one-room apartment.
“I’m so sorry,” Nina whispered sadly while hugging her tightly.
The apartment was small and crowded, but somehow it felt warmer than the mansion Elena grew up in.
For the first time in years…
Nobody screamed at her.
Nobody treated her like a servant.
The next few weeks passed quietly.
Elena started helping Nina full-time at Bellissima Café while also assisting Camilla at Bellissima House whenever needed.
Unknown to many people, Elena was actually an incredibly talented fashion designer. It was what she studied in school before her miserable family life destroyed her dreams.
Even during school years, Elena secretly helped Camilla with many clothing sketches and business ideas that later helped Bellissima House grow.
“You’re wasting your talent serving coffee,” Camilla complained one afternoon while reviewing Elena’s latest designs.
Elena smiled softly.
“At least I’m peaceful now.”
And it was true.
For the first time in a very long time, her life became quiet.
Simple mornings at the café.
Helping Camilla choose fabrics and create new dress ideas.
Laughing with Nina at night inside their tiny apartment.
No Bianca.
No Sofia.
No pain.
And strangely…
No Adrian either.
She stopped hearing about him completely.
No news.
No headlines.
Nothing.
It almost felt like that painful chapter of her life had finally ended.
But unknown to Elena…
Some melodies were never truly forgotten.
And somewhere inside Milan, Adrian De Luca still couldn’t stop thinking about the mysterious girl who suddenly disappeared from his sight.
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