CHAPTER 18

AMELIA

He is insolent. Arrogant and extremely underhanded.

And I shouldn't have given the Bar Man your phone number, let alone accompanied him to do so. Argh! Henrico Zattani wants to destroy my father, his hatred for my family has been

going on for years and I certainly won't escape his revenge, I am fully convinced that the man will not free me from his claws and grudges. Still, I'm in his room, waking up

after a night of too many dreams and a horrible hangover.

No one in my family can know about this.

I clench my fists, slamming them against the mattress a few times, beyond infuriated at the effects the bastard is having on me.

I look back down at my body, running my fingers over her shirt, I'm not wearing a bra underneath and scenes of me from last night are flashbacks in my head.

I was pretty drunk when he picked me up from the bar and brought me down to the farm, I vaguely remember a young woman helping

me shower and then change into these clothes, probably the Marisa he menti