The second my alarm went off, I groaned and smacked it off the nightstand.
I wanted to stay in bed.
Not because I was tired, but because today meant willingly stepping into a world controlled by Dario Moretti.
Again.
For weeks, I had fought tooth and nail for this—freedom. Or at least the illusion of it. And now that the day had finally arrived, all I could feel was the invisible leash around my throat, tightening with every breath.
I kicked the blankets off and dragged myself to the closet.
His closet.
Everything inside screamed money, designer labels, and the kind of lifestyle I had never given a damn about. Dresses, skirts, silk blouses—all of it picked out by Dario’s people, like I was some doll he could dress up.
I scowled and shoved past it, yanking out my clothes—the ones I
