Since my mom’s death two years ago, my dad is the only person I have left. My father never calls for me this late, and besides him, who could it be? No one, that’s who. I glance at the clock on the wall and realize it’s after eleven. It’s so loud and unexpected that a tiny shriek passes my lips. Before my fingers even touch it, a deafening knock booms through the room. Dropping the towel, a shiver skates down my spine when my long wet hair brushes over my shoulder.īending down, I reach for the towel. I’ve asked my father numerous times for a cell phone or laptop, but he swears it’s for my own protection that I have neither, so the radio is all I’ve got. Slipping into my nightgown, I sit down on the edge of the bed and finish drying my dark hair while humming some pop song I heard on the radio earlier. How he had given me the one thing I wanted most.Īnd I would go to any lengths to keep her by my side. He thought I would break her, kill her, he had no idea what I had planned. His precious, virgin daughter, in return for a debt paid. He had no money, nothing of value to me, nothing except. Her father knew I was coming, knew I had intended to make him pay. Like a thief, I came in the dead of night and stole her away from her protected castle and placed her in a gilded cage made of gold. It started with a single look, my obsession, my desire, and the need to possess the sweet and incredibly naive Elena Romero. Our beloved editor who has put up with our shenanigans for over a year now.
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