Special thanks to @jiyoungmochi for the cover!!
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❝𝐀 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. ❞
Renata Vartanov had been through hell. Sold to a brothel and thrusted into prostitution at thirteen along with her then toddler...
I bit down on my lip so hard that I tasted blood, my eyes still forced themselves closed as I breathed heavily.
And finally, "𝑹𝒆𝒏𝒂! 𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑨!!" 𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙.
Rowan's voice echoed in my head, startling me awake. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears and the distinctive sounds of loud beeping next to me.
My eyes shifted and adjusted quickly, as I took in the sights around me. There were large white curtains, and multiple expensive looking paintings decorating the walls. A chandelier hung high above me, and a fresh bouquet of flowers stood next to me in a vase. The mere elegance of this place made me aware that it wasn't a hospital room.
A heart rate monitor beeped loudly, voicing my shock and panic. And a long tube attached to a needle in my arm that I guessed was giving me drips of antitoxin.
"Ahem," someone caught my attention as she cleared her throat.
I gasped at the woman before me. She was a slender woman with dark brown hair that glinted in the early light. Her dark brown eyes shimmered like molten dark chocolate, with a tiny nose, full lips and perfect symmetric eyebrows.
She was so beautiful. She smiled at me revealing dimples that—𝙤𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙙!—managed to amplify her beauty.
"Nice to see you awake again, Snow White. Enjoy your beauty rest?" She cocked a playful eyebrow up, and I noted her accent as she spoke. It sounded exactly like the one of the man whom I fainted on. The thick emphasis on r's. Italian?
