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2025-01-27 20:00:00My head is reeling with so many thoughts right now. I still can’t believe what Dell just said to me.
“What do you mean Alessandro is your brother?” I manage to ask, my voice barely above a whisper. This must be some sort of joke because there is no way what he just said to me makes any sense.
He sighs, looking exhausted.
“Well, half-brother,” he says, and I am tempted to roll my eyes. That’s the only thing that would make sense because they are literally two different races. “We share the same mother, different fathers,” he says so casually, like he didn’t just spin my world around by telling me that.
It takes a moment for it all to sink in. There’s just no way in hell that the two men who have been pushing me around, making me work for them, just so happen to be related.
“You are kidding, right?” I ask. He shakes his head, and the look he gives me tells me that he is not kiddi
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I barely got any sleep last night. Hell, even saying I’ve gotten any sleep recently would be an understatement. A lot has been happening in my life, and anytime I close my eyes, I wake up sweating and panting because of a nightmare. Besides, I came in late and slept only for a couple of hours before deciding I couldn’t do this anymore.I passed by the hotel to tell Raul I was okay and to book a room for myself. He wanted to know what had happened, but I still didn’t trust him enough to tell him. At this point, I don’t even know who to trust. Everyone seems to have betrayed me.I'm shoving clothes into my suitcase, my hands trembling with anger and betrayal. I can’t stay here, not after everything I’ve learned. Last night, I decided to move out. I can’t live with people who’ve lied to me since I arrived. As I toss another shirt into the case, I hear a slight knock on the door as it is pushed open. Dell’s mom, Rose, p
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I took a taxi here because I left Dell’s car at his parents' home. I’ll need to rent a car for a month while I figure out if staying here any longer is necessary. When my mom asked Dell’s parents to take me in and help me with whatever I needed before she died, it was because she trusted them. It’s sad now to realize they took her trust for granted. I don’t know if she knew about my father’s involvement with the FBI or that he had another child, but one thing I’m certain of is that she didn’t know Alessandro was Rose’s son. There’s no way she could have known. Rose and my mom weren’t that close—they only got to know each other because their husbands were best friends. Given the distance, they never really developed a deeper friendship, so I doubt Rose ever told her she had another son.I’m unpacking my things in the hotel room, trying to settle into this temporary place. It’s quiet—too q
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I check the notification on my phone and sigh in relief. Eleonora has just sent my payment in full. I don’t even think she looked at all the photos before sending it. I spent all day working on them and made sure to send them for her approval. I slip the phone into the back pocket of my pants and take a deep breath before walking into the club. The Velvet Room is a fancy place that reeks of money and secrets.After what felt like hours of bargaining with myself, I finally made a decision—one I’m probably going to regret, but what the hell? I’m trying to convince myself that this is the right thing to do, or at least the only option I have left. Raul left earlier in the evening. He said that since he had basically been kidnapped, he hadn’t informed his fiancée that he was out of town, so he needed to go back and check in on her, plus he had to report back to work tomorrow. He told me that whatever decision I made, he would support me and ke
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I’m seated on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a silk robe—an expensive one, no doubt. I can tell from the way it feels against my skin, not that it matters when I’m trembling like a leaf. Beneath the robe is the red two-piece lingerie he insisted I wear. The thing is, this whole set—it’s sexy. It should make me feel sexy, but not in this situation. Instead, I feel cold. The fabric clings to my skin in a way that’s both flattering and revealing, but I can’t bring myself to appreciate any of that. My heart is pounding so violently that it drowns out any rational thought.I keep asking myself why I’m here, why I didn’t just say no when he commanded me to come. I know he called Luca again and gave him specific instructions to bring me here. And knowing Luca, he wouldn’t have let me walk away, but still, I could’ve said no the first time he made that absurd request on the call. I could’ve thought of something&
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"What?” I ask, completely thrown off. “But you…”“The offer expired a long time ago,” he cuts me off, his tone flat.I’m confused. This is what he wanted. He even threatened me and got really pissed just because I said no. Everything that has happened between us was because he so desperately wanted me to be his mistress. And sure, he did promise to leave me alone after his former mistress, Mia, returned, but we all know that didn’t last long. I mean, he did demand I come here and dress up in this stupid lingerie for him, only for him to turn around and tell me the offer expired? What the hell?I feel a bit embarrassed, if I’m being honest, and genuinely pissed. I quickly reach for the robe on the floor and pull it on, tying it tightly around my waist.“Then why did you have me come here and wear this if you didn’t even want me?” I ask, trying to hide the edge in my voice.&ldq
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"Are you okay?” he asks. I nod, only to realize he can't see me over the phone.“Yes, did you get back safe?”“Yes.”I’m on the phone with Raul while walking out of the hotel for my meeting. The art curator I’m meeting was a connection from the masquerade ball exhibitioner, and if this deal goes through, it could be a huge step toward getting more exposure for my work. But Raul’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts as I wait for my Uber.“Have you thought about what we discussed?” he asks, his tone clipped, as if he’s running out of patience.I sigh, knowing exactly what he’s referring to. I did think about it. I even went ahead and tried it, but it turned out to be a huge disappointment.“Alessandro changed his mind,” I say, hearing Raul mutter something under his breath, like he can’t believe it.“What do you mean he changed his mind?&rdquo
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The meeting went well, and I have to say, with everything that’s been going on in my life—how it feels like I’ve been stuck in most of the things I’ve been trying to achieve—this small win is something I definitely needed. She saw my work and said she loved it. She even suggested I display a few pieces at the museum and promised to get me invites to every art and photography show she hears of. I was over the moon when she told me that.Bella and I are headed out to check the apartment she was excited about. Meanwhile, I’m still thinking about how I turned down Maria’s request. I told her a lie—I said my camera equipment had a technical issue and that I’d need to wait a while for repairs. The thing is, if she had called me a week ago, or even a couple of days ago, I might have considered it because, let’s be honest, I do need the money. But after what happened between Alessandro and me last night, there’s no way
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I walk to the restaurant entrance, and I have to admit, it is fancy, alright. The moment an attendant at the door offers to take my coat and gives me a ticket for it, I know without a doubt that this place is upscale. Definitely a good sign that I might not hate this date. When I asked Michael for an idea of what kind of date it would be so I would know what to wear, he said I should dress fancy, and honestly, it feels good to dress up every once in a while for something like this. I’m dressed in a black bandage dress that accentuates my curves perfectly, paired with golden strappy heels that match my purse and jewelry. Bella helped with my makeup because she’s pretty good at it. I didn’t want to go all out and give an impression I don’t intend to give.“I’m here for a reservation made by Mr. Cisse,” I tell the attendant, who nods and gestures for me to follow a woman dressed in a black skirt suit. The inside of the restaurant is even more impressive than it looked from the outside. Wh
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The restaurant is quiet. Too quiet. I’m seated at the center of it, watching the soft shadows cast across the empty tables around me by the flickering candlelight. The dress delivered earlier fits like a glove, hugging my curves and making me feel beautiful, but I’m slowly starting to feel less and less beautiful as time keeps passing by. Sitting here alone in this massive restaurant feels uncomfortable.I swirl the wine in my glass, the rich red liquid catching the light. I sigh and take a sip. It’s my third—or is it my fourth? I’ve lost count. I don’t normally get drunk on wine, but if I keep taking one glass after another, I’ll be tipsy by the time this date even starts. I glance at my phone for the umpteenth time, the screen lighting up with the same message he sent over forty-five minutes ago:I’ll be late, but I’m on my way. Order something, love.That word love feels hollow now. I check the time again,
