LOGIN“Go change.” “And if I don’t?” I cross my arms, frowning at him. His lips curls into a somewhat dangerous smile. “Then I’ll do it for you.” 🌸❧✧❀✧❧🌸 Daisy Ripley has spent her whole life living in her stepsister’s shadow. Whatever Zyla wanted, Daisy was forced to hand over. Her toys, her gifts, and even her first birthday car. But when Zyla announces her engagement to Daisy’s ex-boyfriend and first love, something inside Daisy finally snaps. Still reeling from the betrayal, Daisy agrees to attend a company dinner party… hoping to actually forget, just for one night. Instead, she’s kidnapped. Sold. And delivered straight into the hands of Reis Vireli—the most dangerous mafia boss in Chicago. And one thing you should know about Reis: He never lets go of anything and anybody that belongs to him.
View MoreReis's POV “When can we meet her?” I tilt my head, and raise my eyebrows, meeting Luca's gaze. Acting confused. Like I have zero idea about the person he's talking about. “Don't play dumb. The new girl you bought. La ragazza dei cento milioni.”(The hundred million girl.) A smirk tugs on my lips. “Why?” “Because you'd never buy a girl for that price, Reis. Even if it's to save her. “This one must be special.” This time it's Niccolo who speaks. His eyes narrow as he stares at me, trying to strip me bare to my thoughts. My smirk widens. And I shrug. A flash of irritation sweeps through Niccolo’s eyes, and he slumps back into the chair. I tap my fingers on the chair, answering Niccolo’s question in my head. She's not special. She's just like the others. Stupid. Foolish. Naive. Her small figure hiding behind the stairs last night pops up in my head. The undisguised fear in her eyes when she locked gazes with me. I can't explain the sudden thrill that rushed
Daisy's POV My heart pounds in my chest and adrenaline pumps into my system as I tiptoe down the stairs, careful not to make any sound. Every nerve in my body is screaming at me to return to the room, but I still tread forward in the almost dark staircase, using the light coming from the chandelier as a guide. The rails of the staircase are cold against my fingers. My gaze constantly flits to check behind my shoulders. To see if I'm being followed. If it's all a trap. If the reason there has been no sight of any guards since I left my room was to test me. Maybe seeing the letter too was a trap. Maybe I've been tricked by Maria and she did know about the letter. My legs pause mid step. I glance behind me again. Nobody. Then why does it feel like I'm being watched? I inhale and exhale, clenching my hands into fists. You can do this, Daisy. You've got this. I take a last step down the stairs, landing on the cushion rug. The light coming from the chandelier is no
DAISY'S POV It's been five days since I moved into this new prison.Every new strike on the wall serves as a reminder of the number of days spent in this s**thole.Even though the knot in my stomach gradually untangles with each passing night, because I haven't seen him again since that night. My masked buyer.I still jump at the sound of the door opening even though I know it's just Maria bringing me food or clothes.I still make sure the door is always locked before I go to sleep even when I know it's useless because if he wants to come in, he would.I know I can't get used to it. The paranoia that comes with not knowing what is going to happen the next minute.So I decided to stop dilly-dallying and proceed on my plan: Leaving this place.I uncurl the paper I found in one of the boxes after snooping the entire room, hopefully it contains useful information that can get me out of here.“I should have escaped when I had the chance to. I misused them…”My brows shoot up in confusion
Reis's POV. In the Cosa Nostra, one thing you should never lose is your composure. Just one moment’s slip and your familia is holding your funeral. I have learnt and mastered it. The Art of Composure. Only today, I slipped. I went to the auction tonight to observe. Not buy. I already told Maria and V that there's no more girls coming in. But when I saw her squirming in the red dress, her cleavage annoyingly visible under the spotlight and Matteo Donovan was about to win the bid for her — something in me snapped and I cracked. “Quit staring at me, Keir. I couldn't let Donovan buy her, he's a psycho.” A white lie. Donovan doesn't only buy girls. He ruins them. Even though we were going to save all of the girls later anyway — something about Matteo going home with her, ruining her or even touching her just didn't sit right with me. Why? I have no fu***ing answer to that. Daisy Manchester. I slam her file on the desk. She's not even special. Just a






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