Most women would be over the moon, their hearts racing with excitement, as they caught sight of the incredibly attractive and esteemed member of the organization, who was soon to be their husband.
But I’m not most women. I look nothing like the other female members of my family.
I’m taller by about a foot and wider in the hips by about two, and I didn’t inherit my mother and sister’s golden locks. My hair is raven black to the point where it looks blue in some light.
No, I’m not what Mr. Alexander Russo will be expecting. And I wasn’t. He made it perfectly clear on many occasions and no matter how hard I tried. I always failed.
His threats and his demanding personality, let alone the way he stalks me like a predator every chance he gets, just to see me fall apart, have me hiding or locked in my room half the time.
But when the truth about who Mr. Russo is finally reveals itself, I’m left with no option if I want to live. And I do. For once in my miserable life, bossed around by men.
I want to be free, and I’ll die trying if I have to.
Either way, I look at it. If my life is going to end, I’d rather it be in my hands than his.
