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A Trip To Rome
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2026-03-09 01:46:56
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Sold To The Wrong Mr. Right. House Of Sin
Ava's POV The silence in the car was shattered by the sharp buzz of Cage’s phone. He answered it on the second ring, his posture stiffening into a salute even though the person on the other end couldn't see him."Yes, boss," Cage said, his voice clipped. "We are in transit. No, boss. Understood. I’ll see to it immediately."He didn't have to say the name. The atmosphere in the car changed the moment he picked up, a cold, oppressive weight filling the small space. Lorenzo. I didn't bother asking what the conversation was about; I was too busy staring out the window, nursing the bruise on my ego and the lingering tremors from the alleyway.I expected us to head back to the villa, but Cage took a sharp turn toward a high-end shopping district. He led me into a sprawling, multi-story mall that felt like a cathedral of glass and steel."Choose something," Cage said, gesturing toward a rack of evening wear in a boutique where the price tags probably cost more than my first car. "You need t
Sold To The Wrong Mr. Right. The Alley
Ava's POV The master suite was a masterpiece of Italian craftsmanship, gilded mirrors, silk-tapestried walls, and a balcony that overlooked the terracotta rooftops of Rome but to me, it was nothing more than a high-end cell.By the time the afternoon sun began to dip, casting long, honey-colored shadows across the marble floor, my skin was crawling with the need to move. Lunch had been a silent, miserable affair at the villa's dining table, with Cage standing like a gargoyle at the door. I had spent the last three hours pacing, my mind a frantic loop of Lorenzo’s cold eyes and the suffocating weight of his ‘protection.’I wasn't a child. I wasn't a piece of property. And if this was the only time I’d ever get to see Italy, I wasn't going to spend it staring at the four walls of a bedroom, no matter how expensive the wallpaper was.When Cage knocked to announce dinner, I was ready. I had traded my heels for a pair of supple leather flats and pulled my hair into a tight, practical kno
Sold To The Wrong Mr. Right. A Trip To Rome
Ava's POV The sheets were cold where Lorenzo should have been.I woke up feeling as though my bones were made of lead, a lingering exhaustion pulling at my eyelids. For a moment, I simply lay there, the silence of the master suite pressing in on me. Then, the memories of a few hours ago rushed back—the heat, the bruising grip of his hand on my shoulder, the sharp sting of his teeth against my neck.I had expected pain. I had expected him to take what he wanted with the same cold brutality he used to dismantle my brother's authority. But he hadn’t. “I won’t hurt you,” he had whispered, his voice a dark caress that vibrated through my soul. “I only want to pleasure you.”It was a terrifying thought. I realized, with a jolt of genuine fear, that I actually believed him. Despite the ruthlessness he projected to the world, he had held back with me. He was breaking my walls, not with force, but with a restraint that was far more dangerous. I brushed the thought away, telling myself I didn
Sold To The Wrong Mr. Right. A Urge For Vengeance
Lorenzo s POV I knew the moment the vibration hummed against my thigh that something was wrong. One missed call from the chauffeur while I was in a meeting was an anomaly; two was a red flag. It took another hour to clear my schedule, every minute fueling the cold fire in my gut. When I finally reached the mansion, I didn't go to my office. I went to Anna’s room. Empty. My body tensed. Anna rarely fell sick; she was a legacy built on strong blood. I had the family doctor on a permanent retainer specifically so she never had to set foot in a public ward. So what had gone wrong? Or more likely—what was being staged? St. James General. I had done my homework on Ava long before she stepped foot in this house. I knew about the dead parents, the parasitic half-brother, and the dying grandfather. I knew about the inheritance she was promised—and the hidden price she had to pay to get it. I hadn't uncovered that final detail yet, but I knew Ava was a woman driven by a very specific ki
Sold To The Wrong Mr. Right. The Calm Before the Storm
Ava's POV The air in the hospital lobby was thick with the scent of antiseptic and the rising heat of my own panic. Every second that ticked by on the clinical wall clock felt like a hammer blow to my chest."Where did you say you left her again?" The security guard’s voice was sharp, cutting through the haze of my terror. He was tall, his uniform straining at the shoulders as he peered down at the nurse."I left her right there!" The nurse pointed a trembling finger at the small, colorful plastic chair in the play area. Her face was flushed, her voice climbing into a higher, more frantic register. "I had only turned away for five minutes! Five minutes to check a chart, and that was all it took for her to vanish. She was eating a cupcake, for heaven's sake!"Five minutes. In Lorenzo’s world, five minutes was an eternity—enough time to start a war, to end a life, or to spirit away a child. It had been nearly an hour since Anna had gone missing, and with every passing moment, the likel
Sold To The Wrong Mr. Right. The Price of a Deal
"Why was he here, Grandpa? What did Mario want?" My voice trembled, the remnants of my encounter with the chauffeur and my frantic escape with Anna still thrumming through my veins.Orlando didn't open his eyes immediately. He looked like a king carved from weathered stone, tired of his crown. "Ava, the doctor is here," he said firmly, his voice a ghost of the booming baritone that used to command boardrooms. "Why don’t we discuss that later? Besides, I believe there is more pressing news than the visit of a family friend."I let out a ragged sigh, glancing at Dr. Tony, who stood by the window with a somber expression. I turned back to the bed, gripping the railing until my knuckles turned white. "Fine. I had a brief conversation with the doctor. He pointed out the possibility of a heart transplant. There’s a list, Grandpa. You’re at the top of it."My grandfather waved his hand dismissively, the skin translucent and mapped with blue veins. "No, I don’t want that. I am too old for suc
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