“I know you hate me. I know you think I’m a monster. But I’d burn this whole city down to keep you safe.” The man who’d orchestrated six months of her life, who’d kissed her in coffee shops as “Daniel” and then vanished, was now kneeling on a terrace with his mother’s ring in his hand. She’d been taken as collateral for her brother’s debt. She’d been dressed in her worst dress, trying to be invisible. But he’d seen her anyway — in a gallery, looking at a painting of Venice like it held all the answers. And he’d decided then that he would have her. Every part of her. The question was: would she let him?
“I know you hate me. I know you think I’m a monster. But I’d burn this whole city down to keep you safe.” The man who’d orchestrated six months of her life, who’d kissed her in coffee shops as “Daniel” and then vanished, was now kneeling on a terrace with his mother’s ring in his…
