“Come on, we have to leave now. The limousine is waiting.”

Revaldo stood at the doorway of the bedroom, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. A dark gray tie was neatly knotted around his neck, blending seamlessly with his intimidating masculine aura.

Vania stood stiffly in front of the mirror, staring at the maroon silk gown that hugged her figure. The dress was beautiful—expensive and elegant. But underneath it all, she felt like a doll dressed in luxury.

No control.

No ...