It was two days later, and she was alone in Maestro's room. Since the wedding night, he never slept in the room; he only came in to get his clothes and left again.
It wasn't all that comfortable; it seemed weird when he dodged her eyes, guilt welling inside those grey, tired orbs.
She also noticed that there was blood on most of the clothes he had changed from, and when they were together on the dining table, his fist was bruised, bluish, and looked painful.
Quiet was the term, and it suddenly felt slightly over the edge.
Her body had begun to calm from the assault of that night, and all she did now was keep Maria company, and when she wasn't doing that, she was signing ownership papers.
Revenge couldn't get any sweeter than this.
Lina flowed into the room, her face looking brighter than usual. She knew the source; she had finally forgiven Luca, and these days she was always on the phone, so Maya found herself pitying Derinem.
"Donna"
Maya blinked at her reluctance to tell what was go
