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
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