Martin's POV
Things went exactly as I planned, and I was glad that my men didn't make a single mistake. With Mirabella's father in the hospital, Mirabella, on the yacht with me, I asked some of my men to abduct Teresa. Someone has to teach that woman a lesson, and I am in for it.
Here she was, tied to a chair in a cold, windowless room beneath one of my old warehouses on the outskirts of town.
I walked in slowly, the dim light bulb swinging gently. Teresa sat with her hands bound behind the wooden chair, ankles tied together, mouth still free, which I now realized might have been the mistake.
The moment she saw me, her expression twisted into a smug look, a poisonous smirk etched on her face.
“Martin. I should’ve known. How dare you? What gave you the audacity to touch me?”
I didn’
