rine'

urd

ensive enough to make a point and

ood within thirty seconds why my mother ha

nd he wore a gold watch that likely cost more than my beat-up old car. He loo

id. "I expected someone more im

e to meet

chair. "Sit. I

sa

his cars, and the three buildings he owned downtown. I stopped listenin

satisfaction, "you come home with me, and you never work again. I

moved ove

ife, is

ys as if the decision

'm sorry, Mr. Ricci, but this isn'

oney, but you're pushing thirty. Girl

g him. Some men weren't interested in the tru

meone crossed the restau

what the h

oice before

rc

and stared at him. "I

rkened. "You can't be serious. You're throwing

I said. "You're about to be Isabella's

ut before he could an

een and immediately p

ss the table. "Marco, I think I twisted my an

tire attit

e are

ho

ere. I'm

"Isabella's hurt. Don't let t

ou really will run e

your

I said. "Don't prete

of her. Now you're making up excuses because

d toward

ight twist the other

look, but he still le

on. Six years together, and Isabella still only had t

gone, Harold leane

oice full of fake sympathy. "Pl

this meeti

slid across the tabl

so

I ripped my hand away. "Ke

not going anywhere. Your mother took

ur money was my mother.

ed faster than I expected. His hand closed around my w

emanded. "You take my money, waste my t

round my wrist. His fingers

go of

sed me a wife. If you refuse to keep your word, then you c

ple were watching, but no one moved to help. Harold seem

amily behind you?" he said. "You're going to come home with me t

inside me

pent my entire life treating me like something they could hand over whenever it suited th

my eyes t

ur hand

if I

ng the force of his own grip against him. His shoulder wrenched int

m and dropped to one k

roke m

, looking down at him. "And you sh

"You crazy bitch! Do you know who I am?

my wrist free and picked up my bag. "She made t

turned into something uglier. His eyes fell on the wine bottle beside h

rateful

he bottle o

a shadow fell a