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EdoardoSomething changed last night with Aria. I can feel it. It feels dangerous. When Aldo came onto the scene, this overwhelming urge to protect her came over me. All I can think about is how badly I behaved and how I could possibly make it up to her.The more we talk, the more I learn about how her father treated her. I get angrier with each moment; nobody deserves to be treated that way. He seems to think that everyone in the world is simply his prisoner. Well, I intend to change his mind.My thoughts come to an abrupt end as I park my car a few houses down from Gabriele’s mansion. What I’m about to do will not be kind to Aria, but Gabriele is so deserving of it. And Aria deserves better. It is the only solution I can think of at this time.I wait a few minutes for the rest of the cars in my party to arrive. As much as I’d like to be the one to pull the trigger, I can’t risk being caught on the surveillance cameras. So, I sit back and watch the situation unfold.It isn’t long befo

It took a full day of travel, but we are finally on the island and it is gorgeous. Edoardo and I walk through the market looking at all the beautiful clothes made out of all the best materials. He’s given me strict instructions to pick out anything I like, insisting that he buys it for me.The market is lit up with bright lights as it snakes through the old buildings of the coastal town. The entire side of the island belongs to Edoardo. My father has a lot of money, but he doesn’t own half an island.Money seems to be no issue at all for Edoardo. He doesn’t bother himself with how short my dresses are, or how much skin the clothes I’m buying might show. In fact, the more skin they show, the more excited he seems to be about it.Every item of clothing that Edoardo buys for me makes me feel guilty, as if I don’t deserve it. Still, he insists and continues to do so. As the night continues, I finally become more comfortable with the process, picking out items with ease and even going back

EdoardoI don’twanttocheck the message that just came through on my phone. I don’t want to turn over when she’s lying beside me, sound asleep in my arms. Never in my life have I wanted so much to hold someone close. Every conversation we have where I learn more about her, I find her more wonderful. She has so many of the qualities I’ve always wanted to find in a woman, but never could.Even so, I’m still waiting for news from Mattia that the situation in Chicago has been handled. We can’t hide out on the island forever.I lift my arm off of her and roll over to check my phone. I can tell by her breathing that I’ve woken her slightly. I should have just stayed where I was and checked the message in the morning.My eyes are slightly blurry from the deep sleep that I’ve just woken up from. But the message is not from Mattia at all. It is from an unknown number.I see you have my daughter on your island. She looks like her mother, doesn’t she? I did not send her out just to fall into the

AriaMy feet are burning. I’ve been walking through this market for hours and I’ve never been more bored in my life. It is the same market that I walked through with Edoardo, but now it seems so dull and uninteresting.Looking through all the items for sale, even with a pocket full of cash, seems so tedious now. I haven’t spent a single penny on myself. All I’ve done is buy a few items that make me think of Edoardo. They will serve as gifts to thank him for my time here.It does seem a little silly to be buying him gifts with his own money, but I think it’s the thought that counts. The island had seemed so intriguing, fun, and interesting, but as I turn back to make yet another lap through the market, it seems so unappealing now. It really feels like there is nothing to do here now that Edoardo’s left.The sky is blue and the clouds are pretty. There is a beach with perfect white sand to push my feet into. But when I’m doing all of those things on my own, they aren’t nearly half as ex

“Fine, I’ll tell you. But you didn’t hear it from me, and I’m not doing thisforyou, okay?” he says bluntly. “I’m doing this for Edoardo’s child, who deserves to know that his father is a good man.”“That seems fair to me,” I say, having suddenly lost my sense of humor.“Your father was responsible for putting him in jail,” he explains. “As far as I know, your father and Edoardo were both gunning for the same girl. Your mother, I believe.”Jay takes a long sip of his coffee as he contemplates which part of the story to tell next.“I suppose they had agreed that Auriet was fair game, and your father had decided on a better plan,” he continues. “So, your father paid a witness, in some important case, a huge sum of money to list Edoardo as one of the suspects.”My heart wants to leap out of my chest and suddenly I wish I hadn’t asked him about it. It can’t be true.“And then he paid the judge to give him a harsh sentence,” Jay said. “Edoardo sat twenty years without the possibility of par