FIORELLA’S POV
ONE WEEK LATER
After two failed attempts to see my son, I gave up.
Worse, all my contacts were on my old phone, but it was in Rhys’s custody, so I couldn’t reach his caregivers.
It had been a week since I last saw Rhys, but the mark on my neck refused to let me forget him.
Giulia and Mariah swooned when they saw it.
According to them, it meant an heir was coming.
I snapped at both of them and told them to stop talking and cover it with foundation.
The moment they left, I searched every corner of the bedroom and removed every hidden camera I could find.
From that day forward, I changed behind a dressing screen with top covers.
I knew it would piss him off, and I expected him to rip my door off its hinges again. I wanted him to. I still had his gun, and I needed a
