Please! Master, Marco.

person

ys later,

oice groaned. Marco had to remove the phone from h

't nag at me, Grandpa. I'm not

ng wings. Tell me what you have b

you've been told already, so what's the point of asking a

ou countless times you can't do that stuff!

you this stuff countless times too, and I'm repea

t love her? Fine! Th

you want

t her on display. Sell her

? Why? Why sho

ing her out shouldn't be a proble

ything funny, Marco. I've got my eyes on yo

co cursed in

**

into the room hold

ing today?" Sarah glared at

ously know that I'm not doing well in th

ng is going to be fine," the nan

ullied by the members to his constantly feeling sorry, I understand he's not quite okay, and that's

a very sweet boy; all you have to do is give him time! You will get to love him

int, he doesn't need love; all he needs is therapy! Or rather, he should visit the p

tell you this: he's trying to change. You just have to help him become

The sound of the door openin

o a ball." Sarah looked at him, wond

the nanny for

us to attend a ball tonight!" Without givin

mean he's talking about taking me out to play

and sell their valuables, including slaves-just like some of the maids

an he wants to

er got to know about it. He had to obey the godfather if

old out. What if he sells me out to a cruel man wh

g you along to avoid disobeying the godfather's instructions. Just make sure you do whatever h

u are raped or anything bad happens to you, he won't be able to do

**

ig

al

ah's

t sheep. He earlier offere

large building, a

, loud music, and probably food and drink, but I w

with tattoos. I could tell he had been looking at me; he

e's no way I would let my gaze meet that of someone wh

if he was expecting me to look back, our gazes locked, mi

x's

looked away the m

rought her to the ball,

now; Sarah is mine, and there's nothing