Mila
Now I was sitting alone in this cozy, welcoming cottage. I started to feel regret about shooting Lorenzo. It wasn’t that he didn’t deserve it—he absolutely did—but it would cost the Haydens so much.
Once we arrived here, Luca called his brothers. They told him the situation was tense, and he had to go back immediately. I stayed here alone.
This cottage was nothing like Luca. It was warm, cozy, and inviting, while Luca was cold, ruthless, and distant.
I lay down on the couch and dialed Mama’s phone. I had to talk to Angelo. She must be at the mansion now.
“Mila, darling. Where are you? Luca refused to tell us where he took you,” she asked once she picked up the call.
“Don’t worry, Mama. I’m fine. Are you with Angelo?” I asked, kicking off my high heels.
“Yes, darling. I’ll let y
