"I loved you then but you never knew," his gaze unwavering.
"I played it cool when I was scared of letting go."
Desperate, she pleaded, "Don't tell me your love is gone now," tears brimming my eyes.
His reply was bittersweet, "I will always love, but I'm about to treat you like I don't.”
Let's cut the long story short:
I'm an heiress turned into a slave not just any ordinary slave but a slave to the most dangerous mafia.
I wasn't supposed to be in this position, it was supposed to be my best friend.
Am Irene snow Porter and these how my journey to hell began
