Hana Saleh's life was a symphony of tradition and quiet contentment. At 20, she was a tapestry woven with the threads of her faith: the warmth of family dinners, the gentle rustle of her hijab as she walked through the bustling streets of New York...
I had set out to the airport, greeted by a black jet. Massimo guides me inside, plopping me down onto a seat.
"Welcome back sir." A high pitched voice, pierced my ear. I looked away as I could see her chest sticking out of her uniform. I noticed her glaring at me, the frown on her face indicating her detest. Massimo gives me a quick glance over my trembling appearance. His cold eyes show no flicker of emotion and his expression remains stoic. He takes a sip of his whiskey before finally speaking.
"Leave us" His words are sharp and commanding, dismissing the fight attendant. She bows and scurried away but not before giving me a look of loathe. He then turns his attention towards me, his gaze studying me with me a cold curiosity.
"Tell me Hana." He begins to speak and I held my breath in anticipation. "Have you ever been with a man?" My breath hitched and I couldn't even answer. It was like he was testing me. I shook my head, as I couldn't form any words.
His gaze doesn't waver as he observes my response. A hint of a smirk tugged at his lips as he took another sip of his whiskey.
"A flower untouched and unspoiled." He muses, his voice dripping in mock pity. I turned my gaze to the window watching the jet flight out into the sky. My home, my family and my friends, gone just like that. However i did notice Luca not entering the jet which was suspicious. I couldn't keep this any longer, I had to know why he took me and what my father stole from him.
"My father isn't a thief...why do you claim he stole something from you?" His eyes widened and lets out a dark laugh.
"You don't know a thing Fiore Mio. I have every evidence that points to him and your life is in his hands. So don't play dumb, he's a shit father." I looked down on my lap, my lips quivering. I couldn't listen to this man, for all I know he could be lying and trying to get some information out of me.
The plane finally touched down on the runway and soon I find myself seated in the back of a black SUV driving towards an opulent villa. From the window I could see the sun slowly set over the Italian countryside, painting the sky with hues of orange and red. Massimo sits beside me, his presence is palpable even in the spacious vehicle. He continues to maintain a stoic expression but I could sense his gaze resting occasionally on me.
The SUV drive through a set of imposing iron gates, revealing a vast estate. The vehicle comes to a stop in front of sprawling villa, built in a modern yet luxurious design. As I entered the villa, i'm immediately struck by the opulence of the interior. The floors are made of rich hardwood, the walls plastered and adorned by art. I felt Massimo's strong arm wrapping around my waist which i tried to squirm free but keeps his hands firm. He guides me upstairs into a guest bedroom. It was as luxurious as the rest of the estate, with a round queen sized bed taking up most of the room, covered in silk sheets and plush blankets.
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