{CHIARA}
Darkness surrounds me as I stare up at my bedroom ceiling, finding it impossible to sleep. Today was a mess, and as a result, there's still fire pulsing through my veins.
A hitman was hired to take me out.
Like what the actual fuck? I'm just me. A nobody. I shouldn't be important enough to anyone to warrant the need for a hitman. All I want from life right now is to live it up in my new husband's mansion and let him fuck me every way his incredible mind can possibly come up with.
And yet, I'm being assaulted in bathrooms and shot at through the kitchen window. Not to mention Sergiu's belief that he's welcome into my room any damn time he likes.
How has this become my life?
