Penelope’s POV

Love

Such a powerful word, and I found myself submerged in it; the experience didn’t conclude in the car that day. Silvio brought me home, and we made love, over and over again.

As dawn broke, we continued without pause until Richard arrived to pull him away. Three days have passed since then, and now I’m watching the nanny give the children their bath.

“No, that’s mine!” Silva shouted as she grabbed a toy from Silvano, who immediately burst into tears.

“I hate you, I hate—” I interrupted him as I stood up and raised my voice.

“Enough, you two!” I snapped, causing both of them to freeze...