Chapter 3 - “I was safe in Philadelphia.”
“Were you?” He looked at her. “Your father’s debt would have followed you there eventually. His creditors would have found you and used you to pressure him. At least here, you are protected.”
“Protected and owned.”
“Yes.”
No apology. No justification. Just brutal honesty.
At her door, Victor paused.
“Sleep well, mia futura moglie.”
“What does that mean?”
“My future wife.”
He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Two more days, Lena. Then you will be mine in truth.”
He left her there.
Lena entered her beautiful prison and heard the lock click behind her.
Two more days. Forty-eight hours until she became Mrs. Victor Moretti. Still no plan. No escape. No hope.
She stood at the window looking out at Rome in the distance. Freedom was visible and untouchable.
May you like
For the first time since childhood, she prayed.
No answer came.
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