CHAPTER 79

Roxanne Meyers

Salvatore was the worst. If he thought he could turn me into his toy whenever he felt like it, he was completely wrong. My heart and mind weren’t ready for him… or so I thought, because with every one of his actions, he managed to break down my resistance, making me weaker.

I watched him approach Hope, and the sight of their faces together sent a shiver through me. How could it not? They were father and daughter, even if admitting it hurt.

Then, Salvatore broke down in tears like a small child. His chest rose and fell sharply, his sobs deep and gut-wrenching. It wasn’t...