The Mafia Princess Is a Miracle Healer Chapter 07
“Your things. I had the housekeeper put them in the attic.”
“Nobody’s touched them.”
When I was forced out of this house after the divorce, I walked away with nothing.
Not a piece of clothing. Not a single personal item.
Carlo had made sure of that.
Everything else I could live without.
But my master’s set of silver needles. Those I mourned.
Tools meant for healing, locked away by accident and left to collect dust, stripped of their
I exhaled quietly and went up to the attic.
I found the wooden case under a layer of grime.
Carlo’s eyes lit up when he saw it.
“You used those needles to save me when every doctor had given up.”
“Elena, you’re that good.”
“You can do it again, right? You can save me?”
The needle tips caught the light and glinted cold.
I picked one up and shook my head slowly.
“I can’t.”
“Acupuncture is about precision. Control. Speed.”
“My hands can’t even hold a needle steady anymore.”
After I left Carlo, I’d spent months in physical therapy.
The damage had been too severe.
Getting to keep my hands at all had been the miracle.
Years of rough labor had done the rest. Thick calluses, stiff joints.
Delicate work of any kind was beyond me.
I tucked the needles back into the case and sighed.
“Take me to Caitlyn.”
“There are things that need to be said. Debts that need settling.”
Seven years had changed Caitlyn in ways I hadn’t expected.
The uncertainty I used to see in her was gone.
She looked polished, put-together. Draped in wealth.
The picture-perfect society wife.
Carlo did love her.
Even knowing everything, he’d been too soft to punish her.
She was just locked in her room, fed well, kept comfortable.
When she saw me in the doorway, her face changed.
“You.”
Her voice went sharp.
“I knew it. I knew something was up when Carlo started treating me differently.”
“You came here to poison him against me.
“Don’t think this scares me.”
“He loves me. He always has. I’ll get him back.”
I believed her.
I knew what Caitlyn was capable of.
I knew what Carlo had always been willing to overlook.
But some things had changed in ways she hadn’t caught up to yet.
i grabbed her arm and rubbed the skin near her wrist.
Under the layers of concealer, a rash.
“How long are you planning to hide this, Caitlyn?”
“Did you think you’d covered your tracks well enough? That no one would ever find out?’
Caitlyn had always had a chaotic personal life.
Bar-hopping. Club nights. Men she’d move through like seasons.
I’d warned her more than once to be careful.
She always waved me off.
“Relax, Elena. Not everyone has your perfect little life.”
“This is how I decompress. You don’t get to lecture me.”
I’d assumed at some point she’d settled down.
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He looked at me like he was making a decision.
“She infected me. Didn’t she.”
“Yes.”
“She got it from sleeping around. It wasn’t some accident.”
“Yes.”
“And I’m beyond help now.”
“Yes.”
Three questions. One answer each time.
By the third one, Carlo’s voice was barely holding.
He breathed in deep.
One last question.
“If I die, will you ever forgive me?”
I almost smiled.
I did smile.
The same cold look he used to give me when he thought I didn’t matter.
“Not in this lifetime.”
“Carlo, if you actually want some peace before the end, make it right.”
“Fix what you broke. Undo what you did.”
“At least that way, your last days won’t be completely unbearable.”
Carlo wasn’t built the same as Caitlyn.
His body had already been through catastrophic trauma once.
He was weaker than most people, more vulnerable to what was coming.
