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I ran away. I literally ran away from Giovanni’s house when he stated his price. I knew my husband, Diego was full of shit, but I couldn’t bring myself to cheat on him and with his father of all people. Not like I wasn’t tempted to. Giovanni was everything his son wasn’t. He was easily dominating without needing to hit me to prove it. I was even more surprised when he let me leave. But that must be because he knew I’d be back. Diego hauled his dinner across the room. “What the fuck is this poison? Who made that shit?”My hands trembled as I sat beside him. “The staff made the food.”He turned to me, hate blazing in his eyes. “And where were you when they made this? What were you doing, you whore?”I swallowed. “I was doing the other chores. I had to wash your clothes with my hands because you warned me to never use the washing machine.”He pulled my hair from the back, hard. “You lazy rodent. How many minutes does it take to do the laundry by hand, huh? Let me guess, you were tal
I HATED MY HUSBAND!I fucking hated that man. I was only twenty three years old when he forced me into a marriage with him because my father owed him money. He was a disgusting, abusive, and controlling cheat but I’d had enough. Today, I was going to see his archenemy, his father. Giovanni Domenico. I entered his father’s mansion and exhaled. Giovanni Domenico was a minimalist from his cold interiors but his heart was even colder. He was rumored to have gone to hell and killed the devil himself to take his place. “Ma’am are you lost?” his butler asked as I stepped in. We both knew only a fool would walk into Giovanni’s mansion without a death wish. But I had no other choice. I’d rather die by his hand than put up with his loser son any longer. “No. I’m here to see Giovanni,” I said, adjusting my sunglasses so he couldn’t see my fresh black eye. “Oh,” he replied. “He sent me on an errand but you can wait here for him.”I nodded and he walked out. I’d be damned if I waited here
CATALINA’S POVPapa walked into my bedroom and caught me right in the middle of attempting to slit my wrist. “Catalina!” He called out. “What are you doing?”His voice startled me, and the blade slipped from my fingers, clattering onto the floor.“I told you not to come in here,” I said, wiping at my face quickly.He strode forward and grabbed my wrist before I could hide it. The thin red line on my skin was shallow, but it was enough to make his breath catch.“Are you out of your mind?” he said, his voice shaking. “What have you done?”“Why does it matter?” I said quietly. “You’ve already taken everything from me.”“Don’t say that.” His grip tightened around my arm. “You think this will bring him back? You think hurting yourself will change anything?”I pulled free from him. “You sent him away! You did this to me. You made me wish I wasn’t alive.”He stepped back, his expression breaking apart. “Catalina, I—”“You what?” I demanded. “You’re sorry? You think sorry fixes this? You too
JAVIER’S POV My head hung over my shoulders, my hair sticking to my face from sweat and blood over the days. The Don’s men were standing over me and making sure my hands were properly secured with the chain. My hands were chained and spread apart to two solid poles. It was the routine since I was locked up. How many days has it been? Three? A month? I had lost count. Every second felt the same. It was endless torture day and night. The whip landed on my back with a sharp sting and another one followed almost immediately. A warmth sensation come from that spot and I knew I was bleeding. Again. “Maybe we should try something else,” one of the men said. “These whips don’t hurt him anymore.” Oh, but they did. I was just too weak to give a reaction. I closed my eyes and pictured Catalina’s face. It was the only escape for me. To imagine I was with her one more time. Another whip landed on my back. I remembered Catalina’s face when I made her breakfast for the first ti
CATALINA’S POVONE WEEK LATERI sat by the fireplace in my room, staring into the flames and wishing I could burn Nate alive but he was already dead. The image of Javier’s face when they took me away clung to my mind. The table was full with the plates of food that the maid brought me but I never ate. I hadn’t seen him in over a week and for all I knew, he could be dead or dying in one of Papa’s cell. Or he could have gone away for good. A knock on the door distracted me. “Open up, Catalina. It’s your Papa.”I didn’t respond but he was persistent this time. “Go away,” I screamed. The room smelled like burnt wood and old perfume and every quiet thing in it felt wrong now.“Open this door, mi hija,” Papa said. “Please.”“Go away,” I yelled again. My throat was hurt from exhaustion and weakness. I wiped at my tears with the back of my hand and kept staring at the fire but fresh ones fell out anyways. The lock clicked softly, and the door creaked open. Of course he had a spare key.
CATALINA’S POVJavier and I had been sneaking off to the cabin for two months. Usually, I would have gotten bored after a week but with him, it was different. I even looked forward to our visits to the cabin. But today when I stepped into the cabin, it wasn’t to have sex with my bodyguard. My mouth dropped. Papa stood there, with Nate beside him as his men beat up Javier. Javier was on his knees, blood streaking down the side of his face, his shirt torn open. Two of Papa’s men held him by the arms, forcing him upright each time he tried to fall.“Papa—” I started, but my voice caught in my throat.He turned toward me slowly, his eyes cold and sharp. “So it’s true,” he said. “My daughter has been spreading her legs for the man paid to protect her.”I froze. The words cut deep, even for him.“Papa, please—”“Shut up!” His voice cracked through the air like a whip. He had never spoken to me like that before. “Do you know what kind of shame this brings me? To our family? Tell me the







