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her chest as she knoc

espo

in, this time w

ppeared, wearing a black tee and joggers. H

aid flatly.

nto fists at her sides. "I know. But

ed at her, as if calculating the inconv

ing. Clean lines, dark woods, leather, and steel. A gl

ing back inside and l

ms crossed. "You've been

rking," Loren

" said Ivy. "You could've

s what we agreed to. A marriage of convenience. I did

. I'm asking for basic huma

hobby, perhaps," Lorenzo retorted unapologet

y asked i

shopping. You can join her tomorrow

k like someone who wants to spen

ly. "You're right. You're more of t

idn't

this is exactly what you agreed to. Do

eing treated like a

rks better when we both keep our distance. You wanted security. A roof ov

nd in return, I became

apped a key on the open laptop. I

u don't mind, I have work to finish. And next time, don't show u

nned. "I didn't think y

linching and said, "Then you h

convince herself that marrying

u can leave now," L

sal, and it stu

und stiffly and walked out of Lorenzo's suite, ev

nter of the room, too angry to cry, an

was her

And completely,

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ade Ivy question if she'd truly escaped her

p with a murmured "Good morning, Signora," followed

arium, where either Olivia or Isabella would already be seated, both impeccably dressed and eq

via would talk about upcoming charity events or the occasio

Ivy didn't know, and when Ivy tried to speak up, her co

baths, choose outfits, or bring her books. Ivy often declined. She didn't

is suite, Ivy had resolved to leave him alone to p

h options that Ivy barely touched. She would eat in silence by the window, watch

the long formal table. Sometimes, Salvatore would join them and sit at t

questions, and Giulia would roll her eyes at everything Ivy s

ke crude jokes that only he found funny. Ivy wondered why the family pu

e, same cringeworthy family gatherings

wore silk robes, gold-plated slippers, and diamond earrings. But

ir," she

n flat sandals, and headed downstairs. Anna

just want to take

t Ivy didn't want to roam the gardens.

tes, she smiled at the two g

out for a bit,"

l man with a stony expression, st

n strict instructions. You're not allowed

ked. "Ex

. "We can contact him

"I don't need permission to take a w

but orders are orders,

se, a sleek black SUV pulled up beside her. The window rolled down to reveal

prise. "Why are you loiteri

"Why are you allowed

not in captivity," she said gleefully and motioned to he

the SUV glide out like a royal carr

ded with frustration. Every hallway, every painted wall

a tall figure in a red pantsuit de

the stairs. "Do you live h

course. I have my own suite. Lorenzo

ned. "Right. Of

vy as she asked, "Was th

eed Lorenzo's personal n

, "If he wanted you to have it

vy expected. Trying not to show

to leave this place, any suggestion

ore the mansion? Wing by wing. That

oe. "Did you real

and walked away, her heels clicking li

o be a bad jok

who has been the only final authority in her life for the

door shut. Anna peeked out from t

o the bed. Her arms were trembling. Her throat ached. She wasn't

at the wall, and let her though

een asleep when her phone buzzed s

en N

g, she

vy

's voice, cold

the hell have you b

e told me about your attempt to leave the

sonment," Ivy shouted. "I'm not som

. I understand. I've sent you two m

ha

rder whatever you want. From anywhe

your damned mo

ne wen

the phone, her

llion

well-fed, silk-robed,

e, Ivy experienced the beginning