CALISTA'S P. O. V
I had tried to run away once.
I was fifteen, Young, and scared for my life. I can still remember the night clearly in my mind. My tutor had finished my lessons that day since I was being homeschooled. My father was having a meeting with Mr Orsini— Matteo's now-deceased father.
I usually stayed in my room whenever my father was around. I knew he tolerated me because I was his only child - his heir. Mr Orsini was another reason why I chose to lock myself up in my room that evening.
He was a bald, creepy man with an unsettling presence. The way he looked at me always made my skin crawl; I never felt comfortable around him. On the rare occasions when we crossed paths, like at parties and formal events, I would always find him watching me with lewd eyes.
He had been wat
