Sold to the cold hearted tycoon

“Ugh…” I muttered in pain. My whole body ached, sore and heavy. I tried to sit up, but I felt a strong arm draped around my waist. Turning slightly, I looked at him his eyes were closed, his lashes long and soft. He looked like an angel, but I knew better. He was a devil in disguise. I gently pushed his arm off me, trying not to wake him, but he muttered something I couldn’t hear and turned to the other side. My eyes lingered on his arm covered in tattoos. Typical bad boy, I thought as I dragged my sore self into the bathroom, my body aching, especially down there. My navy blue dress lay crumpled on the floor, my heels apart, and my underwear nowhere to be found. I shook my head in disbelief. Standing before the mirror, I stared at my bare reflection. Hickeys trailed down my neck, scattered across my skin. Then the memories of last night came rushing back his hands on my body, his touch, my moans, the heat, the way he said those words: “Didn’t you know you’re here to warm my b

“Why did you offer to help me?” I asked her, looking around the apartment we were in. It was simple yet plush in its own way warm, feminine, and soft, with a kind of elegance that felt foreign to me. “It’s simple. I want Luca. I always did,” she said flatly. “You can have him. I never wanted him,” I replied, walking to sit down. My legs ached from the escape. Luca was probably looking for me by now. While I was in the toilet, Anita showed up out of nowhere, offering to help me get away as if she knew I would take the chance. And I did. She passed me a glass of water. I stared at it suspiciously, half expecting it to be poisoned. Trusting anyone felt impossible now, not after what my so-called best friend had done. “Don’t worry,” Anita said, rolling her eyes. “If I wanted you dead, you would’ve been already. What’s your deal with Luca anyway?” “Long story,” I muttered. I wasn’t ready to talk about it. My life was a mess, and my mind was racing with thoughts of my mum how to find h

“Zita…” I mumbled her name, the name of the woman who betrayed me. I could feel my chest heavy at the thought of she and Luca being connected.Luca stands off my body as he pulls me to him.“I’m about to take a shower. Care to join…?”I looked at him, hatred filling my eyes. I was about to stubbornly refuse his proposal, then I remembered he doesn’t take no for an answer—and my mother’s life is at stake for me to be playing hard head.I stood in front of the luxurious floor-to-ceiling mirror, watching my appearance. Then I felt his hand run up my shoulder. “Just be a good girl, n I’ll give you everything you want…”“I want to see my mum.”He laughs. “Not so fast, sweetheart… you’ve not proven to yet. The driver will take you for dress shopping… and will bring you to me by 7. Whatever plans you’ve of running away, get your mind off it, because there is nowhere you will go that I won’t find you, princess.”I nod as he perked my cheeks. I watched him walk out. What the f*ck have I gotten

Chapter 8 Boy, was I wrong. The second our eyes connected I knew it. I don't know why I thought I could just slip past him. Stupid, honestly. "Cazzo." he said quietly. Just that. Nothing else. Somehow that was worse than if he'd shouted. "Come here." A simple command. But with him, it was never really a suggestion. It was something I had to follow whether I wanted to or not. I walked over slow, my feet dragging a little, the towel still wrapped tight around me like it could actually protect me from anything. Every step felt heavier than the last, like my body already knew something my head was still trying to deny. As soon as I got to the bed I asked, gently, trying to keep my voice from shaking. "Luca, when can I see my mom." He stopped moving on my body for a second. Just froze. Like the question actually landed somewhere, like it caught him off guard even though I'd asked some version of it a dozen times before. "I told you." he said. "As long as you're a good girl,

Chapter 10By the time I finished dressing I heard a honk outside. Good, he's here, I thought, grabbing my things quickly. We got in the car and we were ready to go.When we got to the hospital.The drive there felt longer than it probably was. I kept my hands folded in my lap the whole way, watching the buildings blur past, my mind running through every version of what I might walk in and see.Nothing prepared me for actually seeing her.The second I stepped into that room and saw her lying there, hooked up to machines, tubes running from her arm, the steady beeping the only sound in the room, something in me just broke. I didn't even make it all the way to the bed before the tears started.I don't think I've ever cried like that in my life. Not quiet crying either, the kind that just comes out of you in waves, the kind you can't control no matter how hard you try to hold it together."Mom." I managed to get out, my voice barely there, taking her hand carefully like I was scared she'