Mila stiffened in her place. So much hatred...

She couldn’t understand it.

Why would Bianca go this far? Why would she want to destroy her so completely?

"So this is what you wanted," Mila said slowly. "We are still sisters. We share the same father. Why do you hate me so much?"

Bianca struggled against the restraints, letting out a muffled groan.

"Remove the tape," Mila commanded. "I want to hear her."

Valentina stepped forward and ripped the tape off.

Bianca gasped sharply, then lifted her head and glared at Mila with pure venom.

"Because I want everything you have," she snapped. "You are nothing. Weak. A loser—just like your mother."

Mila’s whole body went rigid. Her nails dug into the sofa.

"Your mother lost to mine," Bianca continued cruelly. "Dad left her and you. But he chose my mother and me. He only kept you out of pity. And my mother allowed it. You should be grateful we didn’t send you to an orphanage."

Mila’s anger rose with each word she uttered.

But Bianca wasn’t done yet. She continued to speak. "And you... You have no gratitude. You hated us. You acted like you were the princess of the house."

Her eyes burned.

"So I hated you back. I wanted to take everything from you—your toys, your clothes... even your boyfriend."

Mila trembled in rage. She recalled how Bianca had snatched all the things she had once treasured.

"But you still managed to impress Dad with your grades," Bianca continued bitterly. "I couldn’t beat you there. And it hurt me."

Her voice hardened. "I was afraid he’d give you everything someday. The shares. The company. So Mom and I made sure that wouldn’t happen. We turned him against you. Told him you’d kick us out one day."

A sneer formed on her lips. "And he believed us. So he pushed you away from the business, made you chase your mother’s dream instead—become a doctor. That way, you’d never claim the family business."

Mila dug her nails even deeper into the sofa, the veins on the back of her hands popping up. She had chosen that path willingly because she had her mother’s wish to fulfil.

She had never wanted to claim the business. But their insecurity led them to bully her, making her life miserable.

"When you became a doctor, we thought we were safe," Bianca went on. "That you’d stay away forever. But you...you still snatched everything away from us. You threw us out."

Her eyes blazed.

"I hate you. I want to destroy you completely."

That was it.

Mila’s patience snapped. She jumped to her feet, crossed the distance between them in a blink, and slapped her.

Bianca froze. Her cheek burned red. But the rage in her eyes burned even brighter. She even forgot she was now at Mila’s mercy.

"You hit me," she cried.

Mila’s gaze turned icy. "I can do much worse," she said coldly. "Don’t forget where you are."

Reality crashed down on Bianca. She realized where she actually was. She was already in danger. And she shouldn’t have angered Mila. But she had already done that.

Her heart sank as she feared what Mila would do to her.

"I never wanted the business," Mila said, her voice firm now. "But you forced me into this. You tried to take everything from me. You all deceived me. And I did the same to you."

She pinched her chin. "I claimed what was mine. And you... "I’ll send you exactly where you belong."

She shoved her away. "You wanted to sell me to a brothel? Then you can go there instead."

She turned to the man standing quietly in the corner. "Take her away. I don’t want to see her face."

Bianca’s face drained of color. "No—no, please—" she cried as the man stepped forward.

She twisted around desperately to look at Mila. "Mila, please! Don’t do this. We are sisters. You can’t do this to me."

"Sisters?" Mila repeated. "Now you remember we are sisters. Did you remember that when you tried to destroy me? You bullied me, hurt me, and tried to ruin me. At the time, did you ever think that I’m your sister?"

Bianca swallowed, terrified.

"No," Mila’s voice rose several octaves high. "You didn’t. Blinded by rage and hatred, you only wanted to hurt me. And tonight, you crossed all the limits. Now, I’ll let you taste the same medicine."

She stepped back. "Take her away."

The man yanked at her arm.

"No! Please," Bianca cried, panic taking over. "I’m sorry. I won’t do it again."

Mila turned her face away. She didn’t waver.

The man dragged her toward the door.

"I’ll do anything," Bianca sobbed. "I’ll serve you my whole life. Just don’t send me there."

Valentina stepped closer to Mila and leaned in. "I know a better place for her," she whispered.

Mila glanced at her, then gave a small nod. She raised her hand. "Stop."

The man halted immediately.

Hope flooded Bianca’s face. "Thank you... thank you..." she cried.

Mila looked at her, her expression unreadable. "I’m not sending you to a brothel."

Relief washed over Bianca, but it shattered in the next second.

"You will work," Mila continued coldly, "and repay every single penny your family stole from the company."

"What? I didn’t do anything—"

"If you refuse," Mila cut her off, "he’ll take you anyway."

Bianca went pale instantly. "No... I won’t go."

"Then do as I say."

Her tone left no room for argument.

Bianca fell silent.

Valentina signaled the man to leave.

The man nodded and walked out of the mansion.

Then she turned to Bianca. "From now on, you’ll be working at Blue Lagoon nightclub."

Bianca’s eyes widened with disbelief. "What? A nightclub? Mila, how could you do this to me?" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"You can refuse," Valentina said coolly. "The brothel is still an option."

Bianca clenched her fists, fury and humiliation boiling inside her. But she had no power here.

"Fine," she muttered through gritted teeth. "I’ll work."

"You need money," said Valentina. "Serve drinks to the rich patrons and get generous tips. It’s better than life in a brothel."

Biand swallowed her anger. Right now, she wasn’t in a situation to defy them. But she was not someone who could accept defeat easily.

"Fine, I’ll work there," she muttered.

Her head lowered. But her eyes burned with hatred.

’You’ll regret this. I’ll destroy you.’