Bound By Marriage
For a few hours, Bella felt like herself again not just Luca’s wife or the target of Petrov’s threats, but a woman with dreams and strength.
As the afternoon waned, Bella’s driver, Carlo a stoic giant with a scar across his jaw pulled up outside the café in a black SUV. “Mrs Sartori,” he said, his voice gruff, “your father requested a visit. He’s at the family mansion.”
Bella’s heart lifted. She hadn’t seen her parents much since getting married , and the thought of sharing her new role with her father, filled her with nervous excitement.
“Let’s go,” she said, hugging Victoria goodbye before climbing into the SUV, the note from Petrov “you can’t hide her forever. still tucked in her clutch,