CLEOPATRA POV
"Cheap slut," Franco insults, his hand colliding with my face. I fall to the floor, my cheek burning under the pain of the slap, making my eyes water.
He ducks after me, grabbing a handful of my black braids. "Franco, please stop," I beseech him in tears, trying to pry his hand off my hair.
"Shut up," he commands, and I oblige reluctantly, wiping softly.
"I give you everything - money, properties. I feed you, clothe you, and what do you do in return? You cheat on me," he accuses, his voice laced with venom.
" I didn't, I assure you. Boris was just trying to help me because I slipped, " I explain sincerely, my scalp hurting terribly.
" He should have let you fall and break all your bones if that was all he was trying to avoid, " Franco says, unphased, with a straight fac
