A love forbidden

_Emilia's POV_I stepped out of the coffee shop, sipping on a latte and checking my phone for any messages. It was a typical Wednesday morning, with the sun shining down on the bustling streets of New York City.As I walked down the sidewalk, I noticed a black SUV parked by the curb. The tinted windows made it impossible to see inside, but something about the vehicle seemed out of place.Suddenly, the door slid open, and two men in suits stepped out. They were big and imposing, with a menacing air about them."Emilia Rossini," one of them said, his voice firm and commanding. "You're coming with us."I felt a surge of fear as I realized what was happening. I tried to run, but the men were too quick. They grabbed me, holding me in a tight grip as they dragged me towards the SUV.I struggled and kicked, but it was no use. I was thrown into the vehicle, the door slamming shut behind me.As the SUV sped away from the curb, I caught a glimpse of the coffee shop disappearing into the distanc

_Emilia's POV_I spent the rest of the day exploring my new surroundings, trying to get a feel for the layout of the estate. I discovered a beautiful garden, a private movie theater, and even a swimming pool.But despite the luxuries, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was trapped. Marco's words kept echoing in my mind: "You'll be safe here. I promise you that."Safe? I didn't feel safe. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand.As the sun began to set, I heard a knock at the door. I opened it to find a woman standing in the hallway, carrying a tray of food."Dinner, Miss Rossini," she said, smiling. "Mr. De Luca thought you might be hungry."I took the tray from her, feeling a pang of gratitude. "Thank you," I said. "What's your name?""I'm Maria," she replied. "I'll be taking care of you during your stay."I smiled, feeling a sense of relief. Maybe having Maria around would make this whole experience more bearable.As I ate my dinner, I couldn't help but wonder what the rul

_Emilia's POV_I stood there, frozen in place, as Marco walked away. What did he mean by "playing with fire"? And who was I supposed to be careful around?I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs. I had to focus on finding out the truth about my family's past and their connection to the De Lucas.I turned and walked back to my room, my mind racing with questions and theories. As I entered my room, I noticed a piece of paper on my bedside table.I walked over and picked it up, recognizing the handwriting as Maria's."Meet me in the garden at midnight," the note read. "Come alone."I felt a shiver run down my spine. What did Maria want to talk to me about? And why did she want me to come alone?I looked at the clock and saw that it was already 11:45 PM. I had to make a decision quickly.I decided to go to the meeting, my curiosity getting the better of me. I made my way to the garden, trying to be as quiet as possible.As I entered the garden, I saw Maria waiting for me. She was dre

Emilia's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at me. I reached out and gently wiped them away, my fingers brushing against her skin."Don't cry, Emilia," I said, my voice soft and gentle. "You're mine now. I'll take care of you."Emilia looked up at me, her eyes searching mine. And for a moment, I thought I saw something there, something that gave me hope.But then she looked away, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Let's just go," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.I nodded, feeling a pang of guilt. I knew I had been rough on her, that I had pushed her too far.But I couldn't help myself. I was drawn to her, captivated by her beauty and her spirit.As we walked out of the meeting room, I could feel the eyes of the other guests on us. They were staring at Emilia, admiring her beauty and her elegance.And I could feel the jealousy rising up inside me. I didn't want anyone else to look at her, to desire her.She was mine, and mine alone.I quickened my pace, my arm tightenin

I stormed into Marco's office, my heart racing with anger and determination. I had been thinking about my parents nonstop since the night of the gala, and I was convinced that Marco was hiding something from me."Marco, we need to talk," I said, my voice firm and commanding.Marco looked up from his desk, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Ah, Emilia," he said. "What can I do for you?"I walked over to his desk, my eyes locked onto his. "I want to know about the deal you made with my parents," I said. "I want to know why they haven't come for me."Marco leaned back in his chair, a sly smile spreading across his face. "Ah, Emilia," he said. "You really are naive, aren't you?"I felt a surge of anger at his words, but I pushed it aside. I needed to stay calm, to get the truth out of him."What do you mean?" I asked, my voice firm.Marco leaned forward, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I mean that your parents didn't exactly...sell you to me out of the goodness of their hearts," he said