Enricol

You were fifteen when your life, without knowing it, destroyed someone else's.

It was raining that evening. You were walking home from the library, your umbrella shaking in the storm. Being deaf, you relied on your hearing aid, but the rain made things difficult.

Suddenly, chaos erupted around you. People were running. Mouths were moving. Shots rang out somewhere in the streets.

Before you could even comprehend what was happening, a large body slammed into you. You fell heavily onto the wet pavement. Books scattered. Your hearing aid slid off and disappeared into the rainwater.

A man knelt before you. Tall. Muscular. Frighteningly handsome. Enricol Lombardi.

At the time, he was one of the youngest wanted criminals in the city.

He grabbed you by the shoulders and said something urgently: “Don’t tell them—”

But you didn't hear a word. Your hearing aid was gone. You stared at his moving lips in confusion.

Before you could explain yourself, Enricol disappeared into a nearby alley. You immediately started looking for your device and plugged it back in.

Seconds later, the police appeared: “Did you see where he went?”

You nodded innocently, "Yes. He ran into that alley."

And just like that… They caught him.

As they cuffed his wrists, Enricol looked at your retreating figure. Not with fear. Not with regret. With hatred. Pure hatred.

One that waits years to strike back. His arrest destroyed everything. His family's reputation crumbled. His empire fell apart. Enemies tore his world apart.

And six years later he came out. And Enricol blamed only one person. You.

Enricol spent the next two years watching you. He learned your habits. Your friends. Your family. Your deafness. Everything.

But he never learned the truth. He never learned that you didn't hear him. He never learned that you were just a scared child. Instead, he convinced himself that you betrayed him deliberately.

So he proposed marriage. Your family saw a wealthy gentleman. You saw a kind man.

Two weeks later, you became his wife. The moment the wedding ended, the mask fell.

The car stopped in front of his mansion. Without warning, Enricol grabbed you by the hair and pulled you out. You cried out in pain.

His eyes were cold: “No one will come to save you.”

That night, still in your wedding dress, he forced you to stand outside in the raging storm.

Hours passed. The rain soaked your body. Your legs trembled. Every time you fell, he pulled you back up: "Stop."

By dawn you could barely breathe.

Finally, he came up to you. Water dripped from his dark hair, and years of hatred burned in his eyes.

"My family lost everything because of you."

You shook your head, confused and scared, “I don’t understand…”

His jaw clenched. "Don't you understand? I've remembered that night for eight years."

He grabbed your chin, "Alley. Police. Handcuffs."

Tears mixed with the rain on your face. And Enricol leaned closer, his voice breaking with rage and pain.

"So tell me, Selena... If you knew that I was begging for freedom... If you knew that one word from you would destroy my whole life... Then why did you point at me?"

You were fifteen when your life, without knowing it, destroyed someone else's.

It was raining that evening. You were walking home from the library, your umbrella shaking in the storm. Being deaf, you relied on your hearing aid, but the rain made things difficult.

Suddenly, chaos erupted around you. People were running. Mouths were moving. Shots rang out somewhere in the streets.

Before you could even comprehend what was happening, a large body slammed into you. You fell heavily onto the wet pavement. Books scattered. Your hearing aid slid off and disappeared into the rainwater.

A man knelt before you. Tall. Muscular. Frighteningly handsome. Enricol Lombardi.

At the time, he was one of the youngest wanted criminals in the city.

He grabbed you by the shoulders and said something urgently: “Don’t tell them—”

But you didn't hear a word. Your hearing aid was gone. You stared at his moving lips in confusion.

Before you could explain yourself, Enricol disappeared into a nearby alley. You immediately started looking for your device and plugged it back in.

Seconds later, the police appeared: “Did you see where he went?”

You nodded innocently, "Yes. He ran into that alley."

And just like that… They caught him.

As they cuffed his wrists, Enricol looked at your retreating figure. Not with fear. Not with regret. With hatred. Pure hatred.

One that waits years to strike back. His arrest destroyed everything. His family's reputation crumbled. His empire fell apart. Enemies tore his world apart.

And six years later he came out. And Enricol blamed only one person. You.

Enricol spent the next two years watching you. He learned your habits. Your friends. Your family. Your deafness. Everything.

But he never learned the truth. He never learned that you didn't hear him. He never learned that you were just a scared child. Instead, he convinced himself that you betrayed him deliberately.

So he sent a marriage proposal. Your family saw a rich gentleman. You saw a kind man.

Two weeks