Only the Sea Breeze Remembers

When I died, my fiancé, Ron Corleone, was on his way to get to us.I learned this quite a while after… My soul was trapped in the cold storage of an abandoned fishing harbor, listening to the faint sounds outside—the hum of an engine, the screech of brakes, the opening and closing of car doors. Then came his footsteps, hurried and heavy, pounding against the concrete like drums.The Ron I knew was the Don of the Corleone family. He was always calm and always in control. However, his voice was trembling and sounded panicked.“Lisa!”I floated out of the cold storage and watched as he rushed into the neighboring warehouse.Moonlight leaked through the broken roof, illuminating Lisa, who was curled up beside a stack of oil barrels.Her hands were bound behind her back, and her mouth was sealed with tape. Her white dress was smeared with dirt and… my blood.The blood she had deliberately rubbed onto herself when she was “kidnapped.”Ron lunged forward. As he peeled the tape from he

Caitlin left.I knew she had gone to investigate the truth.Pathetic me. My closest friend was running herself ragged over whether I was alive or dead, while my fiancé did nothing but stay by the side of his frightened sister.I had always known how much Ron doted on Lisa.Lisa had gone missing when she was young, and Ron had always believed it was his fault. Half a year ago, he suddenly brought a girl home, excitedly introducing her to everyone as Lisa. Then, he showered her with all his affection.Ron never refused anything Lisa asked for. Even when Lisa took a liking to the wedding gown, I had chosen for myself, Ron casually told me to give it to her.“It’s just a wedding gown. I’ll buy you another one,” Ron said.However, that dress was the one I had designed myself, a handmade piece by the most renowned Italian artisan. I had finally waited three months to receive it.I tried to reason with him, but he looked at me as if I were being unreasonable.“Lisa has suffered so muc

When the fish in the cold storage at the fishing harbor began to rot, my body was finally discovered.It was not Caitlin but a janitor who had come to dispose of the expired goods.He opened the innermost freezer and ran out screaming.The police arrived and sealed the scene. By the time the news reached the Corleone family’s mansion, Ron was having breakfast with Lisa.“Don Corleone, the Palermo police are on the line,” the butler said nervously, “They found a female body in the old harbor’s cold storage… the age and build… closely resemble Miss Wendy’s.”The fork slipped from Lisa’s hand and clattered against the plate.Ron stood up. “Are they sure?”“The police request that a family member come to identify the body.”On the way to the morgue, Ron did not say a word. Caitlin sat beside him, silent too. Lisa stayed back in the mansion, claiming she felt unwell. She cried so hard, saying she did not dare to look at the body, and even nearly fainted.Of course, she would not da

That DNA report shook Ron’s thoughts, and it terrified Lisa.From that day on, she cried constantly, telling Ron, “I have nightmares every night. I dream that Wendy wants to kill me because I stole your attention from her.”I could not understand it. From the moment Lisa appeared, I had never felt any hostility toward her. I had even tried my best to take care of her in ways Ron could not. I did not know why she was doing everything she could to steer Ron into hating me when I had done nothing at all.However, the truth always comes out.While Ron was feeding Lisa, Caitlin’s call came in.Her voice was shaking. “Ron, I’m in the Naples slums.”That was where Lisa had supposedly lived while she was “lost.”Ron stood up immediately and left Lisa’s room.I glanced at the resentment flickering across Lisa’s face and drifted after him.“Ron, she isn’t our sister Lisa at all,” Caitlin said. “She’s the adopted daughter of Antonio Rizzo, the Don of the Naples branch of the Ndrangheta.”

Silence.It stretched on like an entire century.Then, Lisa suddenly laughed.Not the sweet smile she used to wear, but a mocking, icy, almost cruel laugh.“Yes,” she said calmly, as if discussing the weather. “I did it. I lured her to the area near the cold storage. She was so naïve that she actually believed the kidnapping was really about her. She even begged the kidnappers to let me go and said she would stay instead. I knew what she was capable of, so I hurt her Achilles tendons first, broke her fingers… and in the end, I pulled the trigger myself. Before she died, she looked at me and said, ‘Tell Ron my death has nothing to do with him. Tell him not to blame himself.’ Pathetic, right? Loving an idiot like you even at the very end.”The conference room fell deathly silent.The report slipped from Ron’s hand and hit the floor.“Why?” he asked, his voice trembling.“Why?” Lisa stood up and wiped the tears from her face, her movements crisp and decisive. “It was my mission. A