Raven’s Pov
It’s been exactly seven days.
Seven f*****g days since I’ve been locked up in this oversized, marble-plated prison Alessio calls a house. I was losing my damn mind. I laid on the bed, still in the ridiculous pajamas he bought me—silky, soft, too expensive, and way too pink. It felt like I was playing house, like some bored housewife waiting for her emotionally unavailable husband to return.
The irony made me want to scream.
I had never been this bored in my life. I wasn’t built for stillness. I needed chaos. Movement. A target. Something.
But no.
Every morning I woke up and went through the same routine—shower, eat, sleep, fake laugh at fake movies, stare at the ceiling, pretend not to hate it here. I was dying from the inside out.
Alex had called the day after I moved
