The Mafia Princess Is a Miracle Healer Chapter 06
The next morning, Carlo came back.
When he arrived, my manager was already in my face about something.
I took it without reacting.
This guy yelled at staff every single day. I’d stopped letting it land.
Carlo, apparently, hadn’t.
He grabbed my manager’s hand, snapped a finger, and tossed a check at him.
“Get out.”
Then he turned to me. His voice gave nothing away.
“This is what you’ve been doing? For seven years?”
“Yeah.”
I gave him a small nod.
I’d had it worse than this.
At least I was eating.
The hard lines in his face didn’t ease.
“The test results are in.”
“You were right.”
“I’m infected too.”
Carlo exhaled slowly.
He reached into his jacket and held out a card.
“Five million dollars. Take it.”
“For what happened back then. Consider it a start.
Five million dollars.
I thought about the time I’d gone to Carlo after my father died.
I hadn’t even asked for money.
All I’d wanted was for him to back off, to let what was left of my family breathe.
He hadn’t looked at me.
“You should’ve thought about this before you went after Caitlyn.”
“Elena. This is what you deserve.”
Under his pressure, my father had jumped from the roof.
Ended the whole nightmare the only way he could.
And I lost everything. My family, my future, my name.
Seven years later.
Carlo’s turn had come.
I didn’t take the card.
I looked up at him, and I smiled.
“It’s too late, Carlo.”
“It’s all too late.”
“The people I lost aren’t coming back.”
“And your disease. There’s no cure for that.”
From the look of him, it was already advanced.
HIV was terminal enough on its own.
Carlo had missed the window where intervention might have mattered.
Every day he had left would be lived against that clock.
I thought of something my master had said once.
“Death isn’t the worst thing. Death ends suffering.”
“What’s truly terrible is living in fear of it.”
That was Carlo’s life now.
His lips moved slightly.
He was working hard to stay steady, but his voice cracked at the edges.
“When you’re close to the end, you figure out what really mattered.”
“After you left, I dreamed about you. More than once.”
“Is there really no chance at all?”
I didn’t know if he was asking about us or about himself.
The answer was the same either way.
I looked straight into those dark eyes of his.
“None.”
He swayed.
His hand shot out to the wall behind him.
After a long silence, he still wouldn’t give up.
“Come back with me.”
“Let me try to make up for some of what I did.”
“I’ll find out who used my name to finish destroying your hands.”
I considered it.
Then I didn’t say no.
I wanted to see how it ended.
I wanted to watch the Vittori empire fall with my own eyes.
Carlo drove me back to the estate himself.
Seven years.
Same house. Different everything.
The herb garden I’d planted had been torn out completely.
The fountain I’d designed was gone.
Every curtain, every piece of furniture had been replaced with Caitlyn’s taste.
Not a single trace of me left anywhere in that house.
Carlo caught me looking.
He started explaining himself before I could say a word.
