"Elena! How dare you hurt her!" Marco screamed, his voice filled with fury. His eyes were wide with rage as he pointed a finger at me, glaring like I was the worst person in the world.
But I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t stand the humiliation, the anger, the betrayal.
With all the strength I had left, I managed to stand.
I shoved past him, pushing through the crowd, not caring about anything or anyone. I ran—away from them, away from the mess, away from my own birthday party.
It’s been days since my birthday party ended drastically, and yet, here I am, still locked away in my room, unable to open my phone or watch television.
I’m too embarrassed by everything that happened. I know I made a mess of things, confronting Clara without thinking, but my anger took over. I couldn’t handle the humiliation I received from the brothers.
For the past few days, I’ve just been lying in bed, barely eating or getting up. But then, there was a knock on my door.
"Ms. Elena," came the voice of the maid. "Yes?" I replied, my voice barely a whisper.
"Ma'am, Sir Marco, Sir Enzo, and Ms. Rossi are requesting you to come down and eat. They’re waiting for you."