“Enough! Let me go! I don’t want to be her substitute anymore!” “You’re my wife…—Wife?! Then claim your rights over me!” “Be careful with your wishes, girl.” “I’m not to blame that she died! Not to blame that I look like her! I’ve had enough,” my voice breaks into a scream. “If you can’t satisfy your wife, I’ll find someone who will—gladly—for me…” I squeal when his hand clamps around my throat. “Don’t you dare blackmail me with this again,” he says threateningly, coming closer to my face. “Remember: you belong to me…” Ezio Torricelli. The mafia boss and my husband. Don’t look at his charming smile—behind it there’s a real monster who will break my heart. But I didn’t account for one thing: he won’t let me go and will find where I hide from him…
HE Contains profanity.