OWNED by Obsession

ected. The sun casting its b

to survive. The silence was maddening. She'd woken up several times during the night, thinking she heard

o one

unlocked with a s

ly thirties, with long black hair tied in a tight ponytail and a perfectly tailored black sheath dress. H

're the

ng the blanket closer to

as Mr. Moretti or Sir at all times. You don't speak unless spoken to. You don't lea

her mouth, then

but she couldn't believe that she was kidnapped by a ma

added with a thin smile. "You're an inconvenience we're being paid

hroat tight

prisoner you're also his responsibility-for

lothes onto the bed-simple black dress, flats, and underthings. R

her m

m this morning," Chiara said as she turned on her he

rds the bathroom. She cleaned up

-

sion wa

s and endless windows, she felt like she was walking through someone else's life.

struments, polished floors, and velvet curtains. Sunlight poured t

nding square on her face. A broom, a m

an instructed, then sh

t done housework before. She hadn't been allowed to. But now, she was ex

straightening music sheets, scrubbing the floor until her kn

corner when the do

th all her might tha

felt

wind sweeping through the room.

nd," he sa

d, brushing her h

with the sleeves rolled up and dark slacks that looked like they cost

t useless

fists she replied angr

nd her big brown eyes both surprisingly alluring. "Yes you

ped before she could stop h

ping inches from her. His cologne was intoxicat

ched. She tightened

ence tells me you're smarter than that. You won't speak. Not beca

, but yet again

ack and hand

earned privacy-bare

ot knowing if it wa

s a party tomorrow night. I expect you to

walked away. The do

e key to her chest.

nvis

to n

he wasn't a pr

definitely f