CHIARA
The sun has barely risen when I wake to find a floor-length gown hanging over the door frame of my walk-in closet. I gape at it in awe, throwing the blankets back across the room while also irritated with myself noticing when someone entered my room.
My fingers brush over the gorgeous champagne silk, and butterflies take flight in my stomach.
I swallowed hard, confusion claiming me.
That first time we were together, he told me he would fuck me until I forgot why I was here, until I believed I wanted this. And goddamn it, I think he might have succeeded. He's fucked with my head, calling me Sweet Angel, and treating me like the queen I always wanted to be. What woman wouldn't want this? Living rent-free in a beautiful mansion, deep in the mountains, and far away from the harsh realities of real life. I have it all here, the perfect life, and he's offering it to me on a silver platter.
Everything except his cousin, of course.
All I have to do is to accept it.
