登入CamillaI stared at Elena, too stunned to speak. My pulse hammered against my throat. “I can’t accept that,” I whispered. “There has to be a way.”Elena turned her face toward the water, "It's what I bear happens to all of them. Cassio acquires girls, play with them for some while and then make them work in his club. ” she said quietly. “The place is on the east edge of the city. They call it the Garden.”My stomach knotted. Sophia had clung to hope when I promised I’d help. I couldn’t let her become another nameless girl.“How do you know this?” I asked.Elena gave a hollow laugh. “Because I’ve been his wife for twelve years. I’ve overheard phone calls. I’ve seen the men he sends out at night. I’ve cleaned blood off his shirts when they come back.” She glanced toward the house again, voice dropping to almost nothing. “He doesn’t hide it from me anymore. He knows I won’t speak. Who would I tell? The other wives? They have their own bruises.”I reached out and touched her arm lightly.
CamillaI paced the length of Vittorio's room wondering if my plans would work.Lucas gave me until tomorrow. Hiding Sophia wasn't an option. I had to make Cassio want to get rid of her which meant finding leverage or appealing to him.A soft knock pulled me from my thoughts. Martha appeared in the doorway, hands clasped, waiting for dinner instructions."Just make something light," I said. "Vittorio mentioned he'd be late."She nodded and turned to leave."Martha." I hesitated. "Does the name Julia mean anything to you?"She stilled and turned to me with a smile."I have no idea, signorina," she said. "I have never heard the name before."She was gone before I could ask more.By the time Vittorio returned, I'd rehearsed my approach twelve times. He came straight to the dining room where I was seated with Lucas. I heard from a maid that Isabella had gone to see her sister in college so she wasn't going to be joining us tonight.I could barely keep down my pleasantness at the news.
CamillaI froze mid-step, my hand still resting on the door handle. I turned slowly, my mind racing to conjure up a believable excuse."I... I needed water," I stammered. "I couldn't sleep. I thought maybe some warm milk would help, but I couldn't find the kitchen in the dark, so I just wandered for a bit."I wanted for his voice lashing out at me but nothing came.I squinted, trying to make out his face in the dim light but it seemed like he was sleeping. The question hadn't been directed at me. He had only been sleeping talking.I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding, my shoulders sagging with relief. I crept closer to the sofa. I don't know what possessed me to do it, curiosity, maybe, or some lingering suspicion that this was all some elaborate trap. I needed to see for myself that he was truly unconscious.I leaned over him, close enough to hear the soft whistle of his breath, close enough to see the slight twitch of his eyelids as he dreamed. His lips moved sli
Camilla. I tried not to gape as we entered Vittorio’s bedroom. And failed. The room was enormous it had a massive four-poster bed that dominated it. The walls were painted in deep blue and bright cream with other elegant decors. Vittorio closed the door behind us with a soft click, and my shoulders immediately tensed. "Please," he said, gesturing toward a small seating area near the window. "Sit." I sat. He moved to a cabinet against the wall and pulled out a decanter and two glasses. I watched him as he poured the drinks. "You look like a frightened animal,” he said without turning. “I told you to relax, Camilla.” "I'm....I'm not tense." He turned and gave me a look that said he didn't believe me for a second. He crossed the room and handed me a glass of whiskey. "Drink," he said. "It will help." I took a sip. The alcohol burned spread through my chest, loosening the knot in my stomach just a fraction. I coughed slightly and he smiled. "Better?" I nodded. "Che
Lucas Camilla was moving into my father’s room. I stood frozen in the doorway like a fucking statue, watching them walk away together. Vittorio’s hand rested possessively at the small of her back. She tilted her head toward him, listening intently to whatever low bullshit he was murmuring. The matter-of-fact way he’d ordered it made my blood boil. I still haven't had the chance to find out why he was back so quickly after he said he was going to come back in the next two months. I turned to head back to my room and nearly collided with Isabella lingering in the hallway. I meant to walk past her, but she clearly had other plans. "Lucas." She said with a smile on her face. Gone was the warm woman sucking up to my father at dinner. "What do you want, Isabella?" "I thought you might be heading back to the dining room to watch over them." I said nothing to that so she shrugged and tried to walk past me but I grabbed her hands. "What did you think you were doing at tha
CamillaDinner was almost peaceful.Emphasis on the almost.Then the doors opened and Isabella walked in.She was dressed in a deep burgundy gown that swept the floor behind her. Her dark hair was pinned up in a style that looked effortless but had probably taken an hour. In her hands was a slim rectangular box wrapped in gold paper."Don Vittorio." Her voice was warm and practiced. She moved toward him with open arms. "I'm so sorry I wasn't here to receive you."Vittorio rose slightly from his seat and accepted her embrace with genuine warmth. A smile broke across his face, it almost made him look fatherly."Isabella." He held her at arm's length and looked at her with obvious approval. "You look wonderful. Every time I see you, you look more like your mother.""You're too kind." She laughed softly and set the gold box on the table in front of him. "I brought this from Milan. I remembered you mentioned once that you preferred the aged ones."He opened the box. Inside was a bottle of
Camilla The second I reached my room, I shut the door and leaned against it. At least right now, nobody was looking at me. Nobody was ordering me around. Nobody was standing too close. Nobody had their hand beside my head while staring at my mouth. My eyes squeezed shut. God. Why was I still th
Camilla Lucas climbed into the driver's seat without another word.The door shut behind him, and just like that, the moment between us dissolved like it had never happened. Like he hadn't just been inches from my face with his breath on my lips and his hand pressed against the window behind my he
Camilla The music thumped through the walls of the alcove. It was a dull bass beat that matched the throb of anger building inside me. The man, Alfredo still had his hand suspended in the air, frowning at Lucas."You think I'm scared of you, pretty boy?" Alfredo spat but he lowered his hand. "I ha
LucasI led Camilla through the crowd, my hand wrapped around her wrist tighter than it needed to be. "Lucas, you are hurting me." she said as she stumbled after me.I knew that and funnily, that wasn't the only thing I wanted to do to her.It took everything in me not to drag her back to the car





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