My heart healed—wholly and completely. I forgave the man I thought had sold me. I did the impossible. I was wrong about Enzo. He didn’t sell me. He’s not responsible for all of the hurt I endured for six years.
My father is responsible.
My heart healed, only to break a second later.
Enzo didn’t sell me before, but he did now.
He sold me to Milo Wallace.
Milo—a man I only spent twenty-four hours with and already my body became as scared, broken, and bruised as the entire first month I spent with Jarod. Milo has taken women before, that much is clear. He’s practiced in breaking people slowly and methodically. I still don’t understand how I got out of there without him r****g me. Unless, this was his plan the entire time. To let me think I was free, only to buy me back and force me
