Chapter Eighteen

Italy. The country where Ayah's dream lay. Her heart used to strive to reach the beauty of Italy every second after she saw the miseries of her own life.

She loved Italy. Not only for its beauty but also because of the beautiful people who were so loving. She once heard that when Mia visited Italy, she was scared of getting lost only to be guided every second by the natives.

She always heard of them but never got a chance to visit nor could she afford that luxury. She was barely covering her expenses. She thought maybe one day, she will do something big. That will lead her to her dream destination.

She did do something big. It was just that this incident led her into the hands of a man who constantly tortured her, who was now taking her to that dream destination.

Ayah was gazing at Alice and the other maids who were packing her stuff. They were busy with their work and she only gazed at them. She felt nothing and she looked forward to nothing.

She only hoped that he would not hurt