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not forgi
em in borrowed silk for one night and then threw them ba
s wearing a b
ucia whispered, tightening the laces at my bac
his dress from a lost-and-f
broke," she said, and s
recognize
e waves over my shoulders. And the gold mask Lucia had lent me
la Vega Masquerade Ball. E
rs with their name written in gold across the sky. And tonight
here for
ne
cost five million pesetas - money we woul
t the ball tonight, rich men paid girls to... keep
I told myself I would just watch. I tol
yself about
-
m took my b
covered every table. Champagne flowed like
in silk and diamonds. Laug
en I s
, looking out at Madrid like the c
Black mask covering his eyes, but not his mouth - a
ro De l
. Spain's Most Ruthless Billiona
fia. Don't even look at h
looking,
were. Ever
rned
d mine across the
appeared. Like he had seen straight through my go
d walking
o hard I thought ev
brain
eet didn
ispered in panic.
ing," I whispered.
ose enough that I could smell his c
said, his voice low and calm
t dry. "I...
ss, my hands shaking at my sides. "Waitresses don
run. I sho
my chin. "Then who
ng flickered in his eyes. A
to make a very dangero
out hi
e wit
-
n't have
tal bed. And this man had more mon
my hand
closed around mine like he h
orld tilted. The music swelled. His hand settled on m
our name?
efore I could stop mys
d, like he was tasting the
who you are, M
you should be
" I ad
opped lower. "Fear k
never looked away. People stared, whispered, but he did
re are a hundred beautiful wome
is breath touched my ear, "you are the
was wrong. I was pret
could swallow them. "My mother... she needs surgery. Fiv
ke. Shame bu
augh. To push me aw
did
t very
on," he rep
said quickly. "I'm sor
th me,"
ha
with m
through the crowd, down a dark hallway I had never
s is how girls disappe
e terrace. Cold Madrid air hit my
ask made him look even more
ion for you, Sofia
d. "What kind o
. "Five million. For
rld st
r tonight. You get your mo
embling. "And af
u walk away and never
ng. It was everything my
on meant my mo
ors at our door. No more crying myself
utiful, terrifying man - and I knew
say no?" I
es dar
your life wondering what would ha
d brushed a strand of hair from my face. His t
" he whispered. "Wh
sed m
hat would destroy my old
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