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I watched as Olivia signed the contract with trembling fingers and enjoyed every moment of it. She was now mine, and hopefully, with time, she would be just as excited about this arrangement as I was. “Good job,” I said as soon as she handed me the contract with a sour expression. “Now, the terms are very simple.” I put the contract away, sat back again on my chair, and leaned back. "You are my pet. Which means you do as you are told and when you are told.” She looked at me in surprise. “So you expect me to be on a leash like a bloody dog?” Her nostrils flared. “Tempting but no. You will dress up accompany me to dinner parties, charm my associates, and be available when I need you.” “And what do I get in return for all of this?” “You get to keep your old man alive and debt-free once the term period expires, and you get to be under my protection.” I said, intentionally keeping my voice low, my eyes never leaving her lips. I could tell from her body that she didn't agree with any of the things I had said, but she knew as well as I did that she didn't exactly have a choice in the matter. “Are we clear?” Olivia nodded. With the business of the day concluded, there was no point in dragging the meeting any further. “I'm glad.” I stood and she did the same. “And another thing…” I wanted her full attention. “If you ever pull a stunt like the one you did last week, there is no telling what's going to happen to Henry.” I saw a shiver go through her, but she steeled herself, refusing to let me see her fear. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. "I will get Rosa to show you around. You smell like you could do with some hot bath." She winced at my words. I led her out of the office, and we walked to the kitchen. And found Rosa doing what she did best. Cooking. "Rosa, this is Olivia, Olivia Rosa." Rosa gave Olivia a warm smile and sat her wooden spoon down to come closer. "Nice to meet you, Olivia, if you need anything I'm here." She said in a her soft motherly voice. Rosa had been with the family since my sister and I were babies. She has all the patience in the world, just what Olivia needed right now. "There. I have work to do, I should be home in time for dinner." I pulled Olivia aside and whispered to her. "No funny business, and don't give Rosa a hard time." "Yes, sir," she said with sarcasm. I loved that fire, but she needed to get it under control before it got her into trouble. Olivia Rosa was kind and patient. She showed me around the estate with cheerfulness. If she noticed that I wasn't interested, she didn't show it. After moving about looking at a house I had no interest in, Rosa showed me to my room. I closed the door behind me. Finally, I could enjoy some peace. I would never admit it out loud, but the room in which Rosa had left me was as close to heaven as I was going to get. The room exuded a serene calm, with its cream walls that had a golden appearance from the golden light that peeked in through the heavy orange velvet curtains. The bed was in itself a masterpiece, and I saw myself getting lost between its covers. The fatigue from the previous week came back with more vengeance once I set my eyes off the bed. But like Leonardo had said, I needed a hot bath. I moved to the only door that was in the room, assuming that it was the bathroom when a knock sounded from the door. I opened the door, expecting to find Rosa standing on the other side of the door. But to my surprise, the woman who met me on the other side of the door was not the humble-looking housekeeper from earlier. The moment I opened the door, she raised a well-shaped eyebrow and took all of me in. "When Leonardo said he had a new pet, I thought he was joking." She said, still looking at me in my famous attire that I was certain must have looked like rags compared to what she was wearing. "I'm sorry, you must be wondering. I'm Anna, I take it Leo didn't tell you about me." She extended a well-manicured hand and I wanted to shake it but was afraid to stain it. She pulled her hand back. "No worry, maybe next time." She seemed to get the hint. "I'm sorry, he said nothing," I said without introducing myself. Not that I was interested in Leonardo's life and the people who surrounded him. "I'll leave you to relax in your new quarters." The last part was meant as a jab, but I didn't entertain her. As soon as she left the door, I closed it and went for my much-needed bath. The water was warm and by the time I was done, I could have sworn that god favoured the rich. The bathtub had been as big as my bed back in my flat. When I opened the bathroom door. I stopped in my tracks. Someone had been in the room, there were clean clothes on the bed. Still wrapped in a towel. I inspected the items of clothing. Although they were slightly bigger, they were much better than what I had on earlier. I dressed as fast as I could and looked at my reflection in the mirror. The cotton pants were bigger, but I had pulled the waist tighter and the top was loose. I didn't need to look sexy for anyone. A light tap came from the door and I got up to open it. It was Rosa, holding a tray of food. "I thought you might be hungry." She came in and put the tray down. She stood with her hands in front of her. "Thank you, Rosa, and thank you for the clothes." She seemed surprised by my words "I'm afraid I was not responsible for the clothes." She said, her cheeks gaining color. "Then who left them, I thought it was you." I showed her the clothes. "Mrs De Luca?" she asked, and I gasped. "Oh," I said. I wanted to ask more but didn't want to seem nosy. So if the cute lady from earlier was Leonardo's wife. Then why the heck was Leonardo after me when he already had a wife at home? "Thank you for the food." I put on a bright smile, If I was going to survive in this jungle I would need at least one person on my team, and why not start with Rosa?Leonardo The mad man, once he was in his element, started talking non-stop. Cici and I could tell that he was enjoying the company. Not once did he become aggressive or incoherent, but he was talking non-stop about my family as though he knew it from the inside out. Every name, every birthday, every old scar — he spoke of them like he had lived in the walls of our house. I had come to hear about Vincent's claims, but he didn't seem interested in that. The only thing he said about Vincent had been, "Vincent, that Vincent," and then he had shaken his head, as if the name itself left a bad taste in his mouth. But he was spilling information like his life depended on it. He kept on talking about money. About how Jack was the one who had taken it. I couldn't believe my ears. And for a second, Im sure CiCi couldn't believe his either. When we were about to leave, he raised his hand and motioned for us to stop. "You are fully invested in this," he said. "Controlled by a mad man." He
LeonardoThe asylum was like nothing I had ever seen before.From the outside, it looked more like an abandoned institution than a place where people were supposed to receive treatment. The building was old, its grey walls stained by years of rain, and several windows had been fitted with thick metal bars. A high concrete wall surrounded the property, topped with coils of razor wire. Even the gardens looked neglected, with overgrown hedges and patches of dead grass.It was the sort of place people sent their problems when they no longer wanted to deal with them.I wondered how many secrets had been buried behind those walls.A security guard approached our car as we pulled up to the entrance. He examined us through the window before speaking into the radio clipped to his shoulder. A moment later, the gates groaned open."Charming place," CiCi muttered."Try not to fall in love with it. I'd hate to have to visit you here."He gave me a look. "If I end up in a place like this, you'll be
LeonardoMy mother's visit had brought nothing but more questions. A complete waste of time and energy. The woman could turn a simple hello into a three-act tragedy.Still, I had bigger things to worry about.For two months, I'd been forced to watch the world carry on without me. Meetings had been postponed, decisions delegated, and problems left in the hands of men I trusted to handle them. I wasn't accustomed to sitting back while other people took care of business that belonged to me, but I had little choice.Now, I was ready to start paying attention again. Not rushing back into everything at once, but taking stock of what I'd missed and deciding where to begin.The man in the asylum seemed like a reasonable place to go to as part of my mini investigation. I still couldn't make sense of his connection to Vincent or how he'd ended up working for us. Perhaps there was a perfectly reasonable explanation. Perhaps there wasn't. Either way, I wanted to hear what he had to say before de
Leonardo The second time my mother came to my house, I was prepared to send her away before she made it past the front door. The first time, I hadn't even given her the courtesy of an explanation. She had arrived unannounced, expecting me to welcome her as though nothing had happened, and I had refused to see her. I wasn't ready to hear whatever excuse she had prepared. I still wasn't. Unfortunately, my mother had never been particularly good at accepting things she didn't like. "Boss." I looked up from the papers on my desk. Luther stood in the doorway, his usual unreadable expression firmly in place. "What?" "Your mother is here." I put down my pen. "Tell her I'm unavailable." "I already did." "And?" "She said she'd wait." I stared at him. "Then let her wait." Luther hesitated. "She also said that if you refuse to see her, she'll come back tomorrow. And the day after that, if necessary." "How touching." "She seemed quite determined." "My mother ha
Olivia Leonardo had been gone for three hours. He didn't do that anymore. Not since the accident. Not since getting his new chair and slowly learning to live with it instead of fighting it. His world had become smaller, but in a good way. The house. His office. The garden. Me. Cassie. For a while, that had been enough. Lately, though, I had started seeing pieces of the man I'd married return. The teasing smiles, the occasional arrogance, the way he could make an ordinary conversation feel like a battle he intended to win. I hadn't realised how much I'd missed those things until they started coming back. When his car pulled into the driveway, I was already waiting by the front door. Leonardo opened the passenger door wearing a smile that immediately made me suspicious. He hadn't transferred into his wheelchair yet. Instead, he remained in the front passenger seat, holding a small, dark-blue velvet box in his lap. Stan stood beside the car, leaning against the hood. When
Leonardo Melanie hadn't even tried to hide. Stan tracked her to a hotel just outside London. Not a cheap one-night place you duck into when you're desperate. This was discreet, expensive, the kind of hotel where the staff are paid well to forget your face. Which made no sense. The last time I'd seen her, she was crying in my office, hands cradling a stomach that was supposed to be carrying my child, begging me to listen, but the life she was living now was miles above her means — unless someone else was funding it. "I don't want her at the house again," I told Stan. "Arrange a car. We need to talk to her on my terms." He understood. Olivia didn't need that woman showing up at our gate again.When we arrived, it didn't take much. A folded note, a firm handshake with the front desk manager, and I had a key card in my hand. "Miss Melanie is usually out at this time, sir," the clerk said helpfully, pocketing the cash. "Shopping. She'll be back around noon. Would you like to lea







