Brinda
Feeling a series of hard rhythmic taps on my cheeks and Francesco's deep male voice that instructed, “Wake up,” I struggled before my eyes flipped open after some seconds. “I wonder how someone could be this useless. You've had enough sleep. Time to work, damsel.”
My body jerked forward, my arms flew in the air and my hair came falling, covering my face in the process.
I tapped my forehead for some time, then I raised my head, only to meet Francesco with a smirking expression. All that he did yesterday came running into my head. I just wanted to stand and point a gun at his head, but who am I?
A suppressed lady with no choice.
The only way I can free myself from him is to achieve his goals then also help him to bury the secrets he intends to. Hold on! What are his secrets?
