CallistaI ran. I didn't stop to question where I was going or whether running would actually solve anything.I just ran.My bare feet slapped against the floor as I stumbled out of Luca's room, my breathing coming in short, uneven bursts. My heart was pounding so violently against my ribs that it hurt.I couldn't get my name long tatted on his chest out of my head. It was burned into my mind now, just as permanently as the ink was burned into his skin.What the fuck was that?I reached the staircase and nearly tripped over my own feet. I grabbed the railing, catching myself before I fell, then continued down the stairs.My hands were shaking.My entire body was shaking. I pressed one hand against my chest, desperately trying to slow my heartbeat.It didn't work."What the hell..." I whispered. I didn't even know whether I was frightened or simply overwhelmed.Luca wasn't just a psychopath. That much I already knew.But now? Now I was beginning to suspect he was something much worse.

CallistaThe television was still screaming my name…not literally but it might as well have been.I stood in the living room with my arms folded tightly across my chest, staring at the screen as yet another news anchor sat behind a polished desk and confidently destroyed whatever remained of my reputation.“Sources have described Callista as a ruthless businesswoman with a history of mistreating her employees…”I frowned.Another picture of me appeared. I blinked. “Seriously?”The anchor continued. “There have even been allegations that she physically assaulted members of her own staff….”My jaw dropped.“What?”I grabbed the remote. “Who the hell did I assault?”The television continued. Apparently, I was cruel and a terrible employer according to the news, possibly the reincarnation of Satan.I stared at the screen in disbelief and then I switched it off.I dropped the remote onto the couch. “Unbelievable.”My chest tightened. I knew the media had never exactly adored me, but this

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CallistaI should have known something was wrong the moment Luca Moretti walked into the thrift shop like he owned the damn place.Actually, scratch that.I should have known something was wrong the moment he suggested bringing me here.Luca was a billionaire. A man whose name could make CEOs straighten their backs and politicians pick up their phones. He owned hotels, casinos, private jets, and businesses I couldn't even pronounce. Yet here he was, strolling through a crowded thrift shop as though he had been visiting the place every damn weekend.He greeted the staff by name.They bowed when he passed.And the worst part?Nobody looked surprised to see him.I stood beside him, tugging at the hem of my expensive dress while trying to make sense of the madness around me.At the far end of the luxurious warehouse stood a casino.A fucking casino.Men in designer suits sat around poker tables while women draped in diamonds laughed over champagne. Some wore clothes that looked like they

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