Reclaiming My Path
I pushed the door open and saw Giovanna standing there in my silk robe—my gift from Enzo—and wearing my heirloom pendant.
She lifted a brow and mocked me, “The robe fits, the pendant’s mine, and you—get out.”
I grabbed Enzo, demanding an explanation, but he shoved a fake contract in my face, saying, “You signed it.”
“I did not. Stop lying!” I snapped.
He snapped at me, “This is family business. You know nothing.”
It seemed three years together was nothing but an act.
That very night, I ran away to Milan. I had nowhere to go and no one to turn to until Mark showed up out of nowhere.
“Don’t be scared,” he said. “I’ve got you. As long as I’m around, no one touches you.”
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