MasukGiovanni POVGiovanni is in the VIP lounge, sitting on a sofa that tries to appear comfortable but isn’t. One of his men gave him an update about the Catholic orphanage Anna lived in.The headmaster had been arrested and publicly condemned. Meanwhile, the nuns are awaiting trial for covering up the
Anna POVDaisy and the hookup are stunned, but honestly, I am, too.As Daisy starts to talk again, Giovanni glares at her with his icy demeanor, and her mouth clamps shut. All they can do is glare at me, and the hookup throws the skirt that started the argument on the floor before they storm off.I
Once she helps me take our selection to the cash register, I try to not make it obvious that I’m vibrating with excitement. Not because of the new clothes, but because I know that this bill has to be obnoxious.And it is. The number that appears sucks the air from my lungs. How is it possible that c
Anna POVI wake up with a sound that’s half-moan, half-gasp, finding that I’m alone in my room and Giovanni is nowhere in sight.It was a dream.I bury my head in my hands, embarrassment burning under my skin. I had that kind of dream about Giovanni of all people. And the worst part is that I still
Giovanni tilts his head to the side, raising an eyebrow. “What kind of good girl would hear that and come to have a look?”I try to stand up, but Giovanni’s grip on my legs is unyielding, and he has me pinned to the floor. I feel the heat in my face, and I know he’s not letting go of me until I resp
Giovanni POVBy the time night arrives, Giovanni has yet to put the thoughts of Anna out of his mind, despite having told her that she doesn’t interest him. Specifically, his mind keeps returning to the way she undressed that morning at the hospital, staring him down before her innocence got the bet
Anna POVI can’t breathe. The arm around my neck is too tight, and I can’t answer the questions that the man behind me asked while he’s suffocating me.The edges of my vision start to darken, and I’m sure that I’m going to pass out. But then the arm releases me as quickly as it grabbed me.My lungs
Anna POVOne of the bodyguards guides me to the mansion’s entrance, trailing behind Giovanni. He supports some of my weight as my body still aches from the nuns' beating, but walking starts feeling a little easier as I learn how to move without aggravating the worst of my wounds.I try to distract m
Anna POV“Say that again, Anna,” my foster father says. A smile spreads on his face that might look kind to an outsider, but I’ve witnessed enough in my time here that it makes me shiver.If I repeat my words, he’ll see it as a challenge. As me being disobedient. What can I even say to avoid making
Leandro’s comment seems to tone down the anger from Marco, even if it increases Giovanni’s anger. Marco shoots what I can only assume is a warning glance at Giovanni before he turns to look at me with a sigh, a strange sadness in his eyes. He almost looks wistful, like he’s reliving fond memories wi







