He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card, placing it in my palm.
"This is yours. Buy whatever you want—redecorate, shop, go wild."
I stared at the black card in my hand. It might as well have been a pair of shackles.
I took a shaky breath. "Is that all?"
Luca smirked. "I think that’s the gist of it. Oh, wait—" He reached behind his back and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Where the hell was he getting all these things from?
"Here are the house rules," he said, pressing it into my hand. "Read them. Know them. Follow them."
My fingers tightened around the paper, but my entire body was shaking with anger.
Welcome to your new life, Ariella. Welcome to your golden prison.
"Now," Luca said, as if he was done with the whole thing, "would you like me to give you a tour of the h
