His Hidden Wife Was a Mafia Heiress
It became distant and wrong, wrapped in a cold fog that made my limbs heavy and my voice useless.
Bianca smoothed her skirt and turned toward the door. "My wedding is in three days. I still have to try on the Castellano Star. Excuse me."
The door shut again.
I lay on the carpet, fingers clawing at the fibers as darkness pulsed at the edge of my sight. Just when I thought I couldn't hold on any longer, tires screeched outside the safe house.
A second later, the door was forced open.
“Aria, Daddy’s here. Stay with me. Whoever hurt you, I’ll make them pay. The doctors are right behind us.”