Sold to the Enemy: The Don Obsession
"I took that stray in when she was twelve. Fed her. Clothed her in silk. Educated her at the best schools. You think I did that out of the goodness of my heart?"
Stray, Investment, those words shouldn't hurt but they did, eleven years. Eleven years of trying to be perfect, trying to speak five languages, trying to get straight A's, trying to make him love me, and the whole time I was just merchandise. A thing he was polishing up to sell.
"Who?" Vincent asked quietly. "Who did you sell her to?"
Please say someone old. Someone I can outlive.
"Lorenzo wants her for his son."
"Which son?"