The Hidden Heiress's Revenge
And with them, my place in his heart.
Fighting Luca was useless. I knew he’d drag me to that wedding whether I wanted to go or not. So I would endure it, just until I could escape.
I slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind me, desperate for a moment of peace.
Twenty minutes later, Luca’s car pulled into the underground garage of the HMP Grand Hotel, one of the most luxurious in the entire country. Luca didn’t say a word the whole drive.
As I stepped out of the car and into the glittering marble foyer, I could feel the shift in the air. Eyes turned toward me. Curious, some wide with recognition. Whispers buzzed around me like a swarm of hornets.