CHAPTER 30: Mirabella's POV
My eyes felt heavy. I gently pried my eyes open, the light was soft and warm like morning sunlight spilling across linen sheets, not like the harsh flickering bulb from that godforsaken room.
I blinked slowly. My throat was dry, and every part of me ached. My limbs felt like bricks, my stomach hollow and cramping. But I was in a real bed. Clean. Soft. Covered in a thick comforter that smelled like sandalwood and soap.
I wasn’t there anymore. I was safe.
Then I felt it, his eyes on me.
I turned my head, slowly, and there he was.
Giovanni Moretti. My saviour. He had saved me twice now. From papa and now from Max.
Sitting in a leather armchair beside the bed, forearms braced on his knees, head lowered like he hadn’t moved in hours. His suit jacket was off,
