She Catfished The Don As Me, Now She Regrets It Chapter 08
Hearing his cruel words, Livia froze completely.
She looked up at Caius in disbelief.
Watching her break down, I walked slowly over to her.
“Livia.” My voice was calm. “I’ll handle this according to the family’s
rules.”
Her pupils shrank.
“You’ve done quite a lot under my name over the years, haven’t
you?” I smiled slightly. “Using my identity to build connections, gain
fame and profit, and even drug me…”
With every sentence, Livia’s face grew paler.
Livia shook her head. “No… please don’t…”
“I’m turning every piece of evidence over to the Family Council.
‘You’ll answer for every single thing you’ve done.”
Livia’s legs gave out completely. Forgetting what little dignity she
had left, she crawled toward me on her hands and knees and
grabbed my pants leg desperately. “No, please…”
Her voice was hoarse and tearful. “Caterina, don’t hand me over to
the family council. I’m begging you…”
“Caterina, I was wrong. I really was wrong. Please forgive me this
once. I won’t do it again.”
“We grew up together. I’ve always thought of you as my own big
sister. You know my mom passed away. You’re all I have left.”
The same old lines.
When you destroyed my family in my last life, why didn’t you
remember we grew up together?
I looked down at her with no expression.
She kept kowtowing and begging. “Caterina, I didn’t mean it. I really know I was wrong.”
“You know you were wrong?” I let out a soft laugh. “Do you know
where you went wrong? Was your mistake getting caught… or
failing to make sure I’d actually passed out before you left?”
Her face stiffened for a second.
I bent down and pried her fingers off my pants leg one by one.
Then I straightened up and took a step back.
Livia knelt there, shaking all over.
Her gaze shifted to my father.
She crawled toward him on her knees.
“Mr. Valenti, please say something for me. I was just confused for a
moment…”
My father’s lips moved.
He had driven her to the hospital himself when she was sick.
He had stood on the sidelines cheering her on at her school sports
meet.
For her eighteenth birthday, he gave her the exact same necklace
he gave me.
He really had treated her like his own daughter.
But today, she had arranged for his real daughter to be kidnapped.
My father closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, they held only exhaustion.
“Livia,” he said hoarsely, “I can’t help you with this.”
Livia collapsed completely onto the floor.
She turned to my mother.
Mom looked at her for a few seconds, then turned away.
Livia opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
Her final gaze landed on Wyatt–her last hope.
She crawled frantically toward Wyatt and clutched the corner of his
jacket. “Dad, Dad, please save me. I’m your daughter. Beg Miss
Valenti for me. Ask them to forgive me.”
. Tears streaked Wyatt’s aged face.
Looking at the daughter he had doted on since she was a little girl,
a flicker of reluctance crossed his eyes.
His heart ached.
After all, blood ties couldn’t simply be erased.
Even after everything she had done, he still felt a shred of
reluctance.
But in the end, he slowly turned away.
Livia froze in place.
Watching her closest family abandon her completely, surrounded
by cold and contemptuous stares, she finally fell into total despair.
I didn’t want to watch the spectacle any longer.
I turned away and walked straight out of the ballroom.
The moment I stepped through the doors, the evening breeze hit
my face and blew away all the heaviness inside.
The heaviness that had weighed on my heart for so long finally melted away.
It felt good.
A month later, the family council sent word that Livia had been sent to a small island abroad.
Before she left, she insisted on seeing me one last time.
I agreed.
When Livia was brought out, I barely recognized her.
Her hair was cut short. She wore plain gray clothes and looked pale
and worn out.
“Caterina.” Her voice was hoarse. “You came.”
I looked at her face and said slowly, “I came to ask you one
question.”
“Go ahead.”
“Why wasn’t it enough?”
She paused.
“From the time we were kids, what did you ever want that I didn’t give you? You could wear my clothes whenever you wanted, take
my bags, have anything you liked. If you needed something, I got it
for you. So why did you go that far?”
Livia held the phone receiver and stayed silent for a long time.
Finally, she gave a bitter smile. “Caterina, what I hated most was
that superior attitude of yours.”
“You were just pitying me. You tossed me scraps and thought you were so kind and generous. Every time you gave in, it reminded me that I was only a Capo’s daughter–that I was beneath you.” Her voice started to shake. ““It wasn’t that I wasn’t satisfied. I hated you. Hate that you had everything. Hate that I had nothing. Hate that I had this face that looked just like yours but could never become
you.”
I held the receiver and looked at Livia in silence for a long time.
“Livia, you got one thing wrong.”
She looked up at me.
“I was never pitying you or giving you handouts. I genuinely treated
you like my sister.”
Livia froze.
“That superiority and pity you thought you saw never existed. You
were the one who always saw yourself as someone living off
someone else’s charity. I didn’t make you a Capo’s daughter. You
were the one who believed that’s all you’d ever be.”
Tears fell from Livia’s eyes.
I turned and walked away.
Behind me came her faint shouts, but I didn’t want to listen
anymore.
The moment I stepped out of the dim room, warm sunlight.
wrapped around me.
On the roadside not far away, my parents were waiting quietly.
They stood tall, their eyes full of affection.
I walked over quickly and took their arms.
“Caterina, it’s all over now,” Mom said gently, ruffling my hair. “Let’s
go get your favorite Mexican food and clear our heads.”
I smiled and nodded.
All the ugly things were left in the past.
From this day forward, my life would be filled with peace and
happiness.