Chapter Thirty-nine

‘’Your money your rules I see. Perfect.’’ She said between clenched teeth throwing his earlier statement back at him. ‘’But I have no desire to be your puppet where you can pull the strings whenever you want, you can have me as your prisoner but it still wouldn’t make a difference.’’ With that she turned and left crossing the pool area to the back door and up to her bedroom, slamming the door hard enough to rip it off its hinges. She collapsed onto the silky sheets, buried her face and screamed into the pillow.

      Dylan didn’t know what possessed him to say those awful things to her and he couldn’t forget the hurt in her eyes before she walked away. Just a few days ago he had assured Doña Bianca that he was immune; that he wouldn’t lose his head…or his heart, but now he&rsq