CHAPTER THIRTEEN

GIOVANNA’S VIEW POINT

“What do you mean, ‘he left’? I know Ralph! He wouldn’t leave so abruptly! So help me God, if one single hair on his head is hurt, I will burn down this house with all of you in it!” I practically screamed at my parents, who looked devastated, like they weren’t the ones that had caused my fiancé to run away. I had entrusted my mother with his safety and she had allowed her monster of a husband to have him eradicated from the face of the earth. I was on the brink of tears, hanging on to a thin thread of hope that he was alive and safe like they said. Knowing my father, it was highly unlikely that he had merely allowed Ralph to walk away with so much information about the family. It was impossible. And my mother was such a good actor, pretending like she had cared about him all this time, only to lure him into his own demise.

“Madam, he’s not answering-.” The staff I had assigned to