CHAPTER TWENTY

At the end it was easier than I thought it would be. My things, the jewelleries, clothes - everything, he said I had "earned" were shifted to this three bedroom apartment in Serraglio. It was spacious, big and beautiful, painted in colours of green and blue. I ran a hand over the antique chairs sitting against the southern wall, while Marco and his men bought in my luggage. "It's beautiful." I muttered. "Who lived here before me?" Because I was sure someone lived here before me, ...