There was a continuous buzz resonating in her ears which would not fade even when
she shook her head slightly. She swayed unsteadily and supported herself by putting
a hand on the arms of the couch as she was about to fall down, ignoring the way
Dylan nearly jumped to her rescue. She was no damsel in distress.
She was a freaking Don’s daughter! An Italian Don! No, scrap that. A Sicilian Don!
Confusion swamped through her head rendering her a bit dizzy, as her mind reeled
with the opportunities that the new discovery had brought upon her. She was
freaking rich, richer than the Landons. Now, that was a damned miracle.
For a split of a second, she was inebriated with the power, then she wanted to make a
grab at her destiny and rattle it hard. Why had life treated her so harshl
