Chapter 8

Ginevra

I scooted away from him and sat on one of his luxury seats. The inside of the jet was much bigger than it had looked from the inside. The seats we sat on were very comfortable and soft. I have been on private jets many times, the ones my dad owned but this one is on a different level of luxury.

Even the air inside the jet smelled sweet, everything smelt brand new. Like it was recently bought, I admired the jet, looking at every detail while Leornado stared at me. A waitress walked up to us and handed us champagne, she stared at me in curiosity.

I gave her a fake smile and I heard Leornado’s deep chuckle across me which weirdly made my heart flutter. I know this feeling all too well, it is a weak feeling that only got my ex the cheating bastard dead. I enjoyed every bit of torturing him, the way he yelled out in pain whenever I used a weapon on him, or when his eyes fluttered closed when I knocked him out. I had him in complete misery for days until he took his last breath.