“Every inch of you belongs to me sweetheart. I won’t let you make a fool of me. You need to be broken in.” His words should have been threatening, but they turned every nerve in my body on.The way he spoke in my ear and held me possessively in his arms. Oh damn him.“Oh… ha! I didn’t mean to interrupt.”Brad moved away and I could finally breath. He snaked my waist, tugging me to his side as a slightly drunk man wobbled over to us. He had to be around Brad’s age. His eyes wouldn’t leave me. I was sure I’d seen him around here watching me.“Luke.” Brad said calmly.“I was looking for Turner’s whiskey stash. Can’t take any more of this Champaign.”If he asked me he shouldn’t move on to the whiskey at all with the way, he wobbled.“Hmm, good luck finding that. You know how these old men are with their alcohol.” Brad said, sounding jaded.“Bradley, don’t tell me this fine specimen is yours.” Luke said.Brad’s hand tightened around my waist.“Gia’s my fiancé.” Brad said.Luke staggered ba

“It’s too late to take my other option Gianna.” Rocco said.Not that I’d want to be his wife. I could only imagine the trauma of being tied to him for life.“I hate to admit you wounded my pride ego when you got engaged to Bradley.”For how long after this? I glanced at the door, was there really no way to escape this?“There’s no way out of this Gianna.” He laughed. “You owe me your life at this point.”“You don’t have to keep reminding me!” I snapped.He raised his hands in mock surrender. He smirked. I hated the way he looked at me. It was like he had the power to see through clothes and could see everything I possessed. I shuddered, wanting to wrap my arms around myself.“Let’s get to it Gia. I’ve been looking forward to this.” He pushed his chair back.I leaned back in mine. Suddenly Rocco was too big. This is not what I expected to happen when I took my mom’s debt. I thought everything would be fixed when I signed a contract to marry Brad. I’d run out of Brad’s house while he wa

Brad stood and stalked toward me. I could still hear the rocks clicking in the glass, but Brad had long abandoned the glass.“I’m surprised you still think I’m your fiancé.” He stood a foot away from me.“You… you didn’t deny it in front of Brea.”“Yeah, but that depends on you.”“What do you mean?”He towered over me. It felt like he was gripping me, but Brad kept his hands to himself.“I knew you were a hazard the day I saw you. Now look what you’ve done?”“This had nothing to do with you.”“You’ve said enough.” He grabbed my cheeks and squeezed. “There’s only one way you’re going to marry me. You’re going to be mine Gianna. Mine to possess, mine to fuck and mine to play with. No negotiations.”“What?” I wiggled out of his hold.“Unless you want your father to die in his debts.”“Stop. Don’t punish him for this. You don’t even know the full story—”“Sins of the daughter might as well be felt by the father. What’s your answer? I’m not giving you time to think about this.”I wrapped m

I left the bridal store without my dress. The consultant said they didn’t have another dress like that in white the only other color they had was blue and I knew my mother would never let me get married in a blue gown. Then I thought about how I hadn’t told my mother I was getting married in less than two months.I couldn’t go home after that so I met up with Lilly at a café to vent. She wished she had my life and all its drama. I would gladly trade places and become a stable accountant with a predictable yet safe life.“By the way. I will pay you back Lilly. I just need a little time.” I said, digging into my ice cream.She waved me away. “When you’re married to a billionaire loan shark? Forget it. I don’t want it.”“Loan shark? Brad’s a loan shark?”She snickered and nodded. “Didn’t you know the man you’re marrying does for a living?”“I thought his family owned a bank.”“Of course that’s the legal thing. Officially, they’re the biggest loan sharks ever. They’re protected by politic

I pulled out a fistful of tissue and used it to wipe off the chocolate cake on my dress. How could she be so childish? I should have worn black, now this stain would never come off. Everyone would think a horse pooped on me. I couldn’t go to lunch like this.“Gianna.” Brad hammer on the door.“Leave me alone Brad. I’m kind of busy.”“Mind explaining why you took a bath in mud?”Bryan snickered on the other side. I fumed and opened the tap. Tissue wasn’t going to work.“You should know the answer.”He was silent. I thought he left. That’s what I should have done left. Left the Wolfe mansion.“Alright, let me in.” He said.“Get your own bathroom.”“Technically it is my bathroom.”“No, you don’t live here.”“You’re going to make me beg? I’ll break the door down Gianna.”I doubted he would. Brad was a massive man. He could lift me with one arm. I could sit in his arms like a swing. It was one of my fantasies to do it. Among other things. Stupid fantasies sent butterflies in my tummy. I c