10.

Angelo

Anger surged through me when Kevin came back and relayed Alessia's message. I don't know what makes her think she can defy me, just because I was going easy on her lately. "What do you want me to do, Sir?" Kevin's question got my attention. I was seated at my desk with the desktop in front of me, monitoring everything that was going on in the house, including Alessia's room. I know it's invading her privacy, but I don't trust her enough. The woman is stubborn.

You don't trust her enough, yet you were moved by her tears last night. A voice in my head rang, which I quickly discarded, not wanting to recall how I found myself in her room after she ran out of the dining room, leaving her dinner unfinished.

I'm normally not one to be moved by fake tears of people who pretend they care when all they do in the end is stab you in the back. They're all the same. No one is an exemption. I had wanted to walk away when I saw she was fast asleep. The cold blowing from the open blinders, coup