The Fake Heiress Who Tamed the Young Don Chapter 08

The Fake Heiress Who Tamed the Young Don Chapter 08

Ricardo locked me up. 

He confiscated my phone and cut off every way I had to contact the outside world. 

At first, I was terrified and kept humbly begging him to let me 

1. go. 

Whenever I did, his expression became frighteningly dark. 

As if he might strangle me in the next second. 

Even the comments said Ricardo had gone insane. 

[The obedient real sister has already returned. Logically, shouldn’t Brother throw this spoiled brat out on the freeway? Why is he serving her good food and drinks here?] 

[Seriously, before she was at most a princess. Now she’s a queen. Food is fed to her mouth, slippers practically run to her feet, and the bed is warmed for her. Guys, is this normal?] 

[I really can’t. Brother just got so mad at her that he took two heart pills, and now he’s squatting in the bathroom with a cold face, washing her pants by hand.] 

[Someone call a doctor. Brother has lost his mind.] 

Half–believing, half–doubting, I crept to the bathroom door. 

Ricardo was radiating cold air, but he was truly crouched there, scrubbing my pants. 

That morning, my emotions had been too intense while confronting Ricardo, and my period had leaked through my 

pants. 

I had wondered where the pants went after I changed. 

So they were here. 

Ricardo’s gaze swept over me and landed on my bare feet. 

His brows instantly tightened. 

Before I could react, I was lifted up and stuffed back into bed. 

I was just about to say something when sharp cramps hit my 

lower abdomen. 

I had always had painful periods. 

Before, I would order Ricardo to make me ginger brown sugar water or force him to rub my stomach. 

But today, I clearly hadn’t bossed him around. 

Ricardo still quickly made the drink and fed it to me. 

“Better?” 

My chin was buried in the blanket, and I hurt too much to speak. 

Ricardo bent over. 

His warm palm slipped under the blanket and landed on my 

stomach. 

Circle after circle. 

Gentle and patient. 

After a while, I stared at his focused profile, and my eyes stung 

72.73% 

for no reason. 

“You really don’t have to do this. I’m not your sister, and I’m 

not the Moretti princess. If we’re being honest, we’re just 

unrelated strangers.” 

“So?” 

Ricardo’s eyes were a little red. 

“You’re throwing away more than twenty years of feelings just like that?” 

My lashes trembled. 

“But I have the right to choose my own life too.” 

Even if I was just cannon fodder destined to die, I still had to 

fight for myself. 

I couldn’t really end up dying under some car tire like the 

comments said. 

That would be too pathetic. 

After Ricardo left, I sat hugging my knees for a long time. 

Ricardo’s last look kept flashing through my mind. 

Dead. 

Dry. 

As if all life had left him in an instant. 

Only belatedly did a dull pain spread through my chest. 

I got up and ran out of the room. 

“Ricky?” 

Silence. 

The living room door was half–closed, but not locked. 

The wind pushed it open a little more, and sunlight streamed 

1. in. 

I stared blankly outside. 

Ricardo had let me go. 

When I dragged my suitcase downstairs, I saw the person at the foot of the steps and froze. 

“Talia, come to Mom.” 

The woman smiled and opened her arms, just like she had countless times when picking me up from school as a child. 

My tears broke loose instantly. 

I buried myself in her arms and desperately breathed in that familiar scent. 

“Mom…” 

The comments had said that once the real heiress came back, I would be kicked out. 

I couldn’t bear to imagine my parents looking at me with disgust, so I had left them a message and left home first. 

Mom stroked my head. 

“No matter what happens, you’re our child. Your father and I will never abandon you.” 

Mom brought me back home. 

My room remained exactly as it had been on the day I left. 

It had not been wiped clean of all traces of me and given to the 

real heiress like the comments said. 

Mom came over and helped me put my things in the room. 

“Your dad went to pick Tecla up from school. They’ll be back 

soon.” 

My heart instantly tightened. 

The comments had mentioned that Tecla’s original parents 

died in a car accident when she was five and that she had 

suffered terribly all these years. 

And I had occupied her place, enjoying more than twenty years of family care and love that should have been hers. 

I gritted my teeth. 

If she rushed over and slapped me later, I would accept it. 

I waited anxiously in the living room. 

Then Dad finally brought back a clean, beautiful, handsome… boy? 

Mom smiled and waved at me. 

“Talia, come here. You and Tecla should get to know each 

other.” 

My eyes widened. 

Then the handsome youth’s clear black–and–white eyes 

turned toward me, full of curiosity. 

“You’re even prettier than in the photos.” 

A girl’s voice. 

And had she just complimented me? 

Before I could figure it out, Tecla’s pretty face enlarged in 

front of me. 

A soft touch landed on my cheek. 

“You’re so cute. I like you.” 

With a sizzling sound, I felt like my brain short–circuited.