Gia's POV:I hated Vito. I hated everything about him. I hated his stupid beautiful face. I hated how his words broke me down. I hated everything about the asshole. Somehow, even when I hated him that much, I just wanted, desperately, for him to stop treating me as if I was an incompetent child. Over the next few weeks Vito slowly moved in with me. Brunella also moved in. I felt less lonely with her around. Vito barely spoke to me, let alone acknowledged my existence. If he needed to ask me something, he'd ask through either Carlo or Brunella. He slept downstairs in one of the guest bedrooms. I saw that one coming. I woke up at 8am and went down for breakfast as I always did. Vito and I always had breakfast together at the kitchen table. He'd scroll on social media or make endless phone calls while I ate across him silently. On this particular day however, he suddenly looked up at me. "My men will be coming the house frequently for business since you've settled in now," he informed

Gia's POV:A week had passed since my incident with Vito, yet I still felt dirty and disgusted with myself. I only left my room when he wasn't at home, which was most of the time. I couldn't bring myself to face him after what had happened. I hated myself for the way my body reacted to his.. I hated myself even more for actually cumming in his mouth. But the person I hated more than myself was him. He took advantage of my vulnerability and loneliness. Even though I was avoiding him, it's not like he had gone out of his was to talk to me either. He had just gone back to pretending I didn't exist. My phone suddenly vibrated under my pillow. I pulled it out and answered the unknown number. "Good day, Gia. This Kelsey from the University of California. I've noticed that you were accepted about two months ago but we haven't gotten any kind of response from you."My eyes widened as I sat upright. "Hello, Kelsey. I had absolutely no idea that I was accepted. Thank you much but...I moved

I peeled my eyes open as I rolled around. The bed was too warm, and the sheets stuck to my skin. A loud groan eascaped my lips. I felt completely exhausted, even if I had just woken up. My eyes lingered to my side where Vito laid peacefully, shirtless with black pants. Fucking hell. His abs and muscles gave him a sculptured look. I laid back down, watching him, not in a creepy-stalker-way, but in more of a maybe-he's-not-so-bad-way. I hardly remembered a single thing that had happened the previous night. I knew for a fact I had probably irritated the shit out of him, but that's okay. It was his fault I had that much to drink anyway. I pulled the duvet off me, getting up, but stopped in horror when I realized that I was naked. I still had my panties on, but who knew what the testa di cazzo (dickhead) had done to me? I gasped as I immediately covered my body, looking back at Vito.The son of a bitch fucking raped me. I didn't feel any pain, however, aside from a slight headache which

It was Massimo who dropped me off at school on my first day. I sat in the back seat of his Rolls Royce beside him as we arrived at the University of Milan. I could see some students looking at the car as it passed by them, seemingly impressed. I sank into my seat, suddenly so nervous it made my stomach hurt. “What’s wrong?” Massimo looked down at me, his eyes full of concern. “Che cosa, sei malato? (Are you sick?)”I bit my lip as I couldn’t help but blush. He was just too good looking. Too perfect. Just like his brother. Curse the Armani brothers. The one I desperately wanted to want me didn’t. The one who wanted me I couldn’t have. Fucking hell. I stared into Massimo's deep eyes, lost.Shaking my head, I snapped out of it, clearing my throat, trying to shake the thought out of my head. “I’m fine. Just a little nervous, “ I admitted. Massimo scoffed with a surprised chuckle. “Nervous? Sei bellissima (You look amazing).”I glanced down at my designer mini black dress with beautiful

I stared at my reflection the mirror, stunned. I looked...beautiful. I felt beautiful. My hair was tied up into a sleek high ponytail with a side part swoop decorated with rhinestones. My makeup was minimal and natural but elegant. The dress Vito had chosen was very simple; a tight ankle length white dress that hugged my body, shaping my figure. It was strapless, because around my neck sat the auction's most prized possession.I was aware that I was merely a mannequin to display the necklace, but I was a very pretty looking mannequin. I wore very light makeup, little diamond studs and a plain white dress with white heels because the necklace was meant to stand out. My mother entered the room and gasped at the sight of me. I turned to her with a slight smile. "Cara, you look beautiful!," she exclaimed. I looked back into the mirror and nodded agreeably. Once the makeup artist did a few more touch-ups and was satisfied, I went downstairs with mamma. Vito was waiting for me in the lo