VINCENZO DANTE VOLKOV;

She sniffled at my words, tears streaming down her face, but right now, I couldn’t care less. She’s blatantly defying my direct order to stay here with me in the villa.

“You cannot force me against my will, Vincenzo! I’m not one of those men you kill in cold blood, and I’m certainly not your minion. I decide whether I stay or leave. It’s my decision!” She screamed, grabbing her hair in frustration.

My little mouse must be the luckiest woman alive. ...