Lahat ng Kabanata ng I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

~Hayden's POV~I sat on his bed, staring at the door as if willing it to open, but it never did. Vincenzo had locked me in, a decision that didn't surprise me at all. He never let me move freely, always keeping me under his control, like a puppet on a string. I could feel the walls closing in on me as I shifted uncomfortably on the soft, smooth bed. I sighed heavily and leaned back, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.The bed was almost too comfortable, and for a moment, I allowed myself to forget where I was, but then the reality of the situation hit me again. This was his bed, his room, and I was just a temporary fixture in his life. I knew I shouldn’t be here, should be looking for a way out, but the thought of leaving—of facing whatever was out there, with him so volatile—made me hesitate. A flicker of concern gnawed at me. There had been something different about him earlier, something I couldn’t quite place. A shift in his mood, like a storm brewing just beneath the surfac

~Sofia Esposito's POV~ Pfft! I scoffed inwardly at the very thought of getting married to that arrogant man. Vincenzo De Luca—feared by many, ruthless, and unpredictable. He was exactly the kind of man I had spent my whole life avoiding. Yet here I was, being forced into an arranged marriage for the sake of power and alliances. The idea made my skin crawl. I wanted nothing more than to bolt out of this room and forget any of this had ever happened. I sat silently at the dining hall, my hands resting stiffly in my lap as the discussion dragged on. The others—my uncle Federico, Maria De Luca, and the other council members—spoke in hushed yet firm voices about the wedding preparations, discussing everything as if I wasn’t even here, as if I were just a pawn to be moved into place. To them, I might as well have been. "So now that we're all in agreement, this meeting is over. We can start making preparations tomorrow," Maria announced, her voice firm, leaving no room for argument

~Hayden’s POV~I paced back and forth in my room, my fingers tapping against my palm in frustration. My thoughts were spiraling, tangled in a mess I couldn’t seem to unravel. Vincenzo was going to get married. Married. And me? What did that mean for me? Did I even matter? Or was I just some temporary plaything he’d discard now that a wife had been chosen for him? My chest tightened at the thought. The idea of being tossed aside like I was nothing made my stomach churn. I’d known all along that I was at his mercy, but this—this felt like a slap to the face. A reminder that no matter what happened between us, no matter how much control he had over me, in the grand scheme of things, I was nothing. Just a body. Just a toy for him to use until he got bored. I shook my head. No. I needed answers. I needed to hear it from his mouth. I needed him to look me in the eyes and tell me exactly where I stood. I stormed out of my room, my feet carrying me down the long, dimly lit hallways of t

~Hayden's POV~I decided it was time to make a call—time to reach out to one of the few people I knew I could count on. If anyone could get me the information I was looking for, it was him. Guillermo. He wasn’t just some low-level informant. He was sharp, cunning, and above all, discreet. He once worked for my father, a skilled agent tasked with gathering intelligence on my father’s rivals. There was no one better at uncovering secrets, tracking movements, and exposing hidden dealings. If there was dirt on Nadia, Guillermo would find it. But my father had always been paranoid, always afraid of betrayal—even from those who served him. The moment he decided Guillermo was a liability, he ordered him to be taken out. I wasn’t supposed to know about it, but I did. I remember the night I found Guillermo, barely alive, running for his life. He had been hunted like an animal, left with nowhere to turn. And in that moment, I made a choice—I hid him. I helped him disappear before my f

~Hayden’s POV~I woke up to a throbbing headache, my wrists and ankles aching from the rough ropes that bound me to a cold, hard chair. The room smelled damp, the air thick with dust. A single, dim light flickered above me, casting eerie shadows on the walls. My vision was hazy at first, but as I blinked a few times, everything became clear. I wasn’t alone. Standing in front of me was Antonio Romano—my father. He loomed over me, his arms crossed, a smug grin on his face as if he had already won. "Let me go," I demanded, tugging at my restraints. My voice came out rough, my throat dry. Antonio let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "So you can run off and ruin everything? Do you really think I’d let you do that?" He crouched down so that we were eye-level, his dark eyes piercing into mine. "You know, Hayden, you've always been this dumb. A disappointment. You have no idea what’s best for this family." I clenched my jaw, biting back the anger bubbling in my chest. "You don’t get to d