BOOK 4
°•°Mature Content°•°
(THE ESPOSITO FAMILY)
**Il suo zaffiro (His Sapphire)**
Sapphire, a striking young woman with deep blue eyes and cascading black hair, lives a life of hardship on the streets, unseen and unloved. At 21, she navigates her...
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SAPPHIRE POV
I was lying on something soft, enveloped in a warmth that felt like the best thing I'd experienced since my days with my uncle. After my parents died, I found myself living with my uncle and aunt, who, instead of offering me solace, mistreated me.
Their harsh words and neglect turned my days into a relentless struggle. I stopped caring about my life because it felt like there was nothing left to care about. But even in the darkest moments, I clung to the memories of my parents and dreamed of a different life—a life filled with happiness, free from stress and constant battles.
My uncle provided me with a small room, barely large enough for a baby. The cramped space offered no comfort, with only a water bed to sleep on. It was better than the floor, but far from cozy.
To survive, I worked tirelessly in a bar. The job was demanding and left me utterly exhausted, but it was the only way I could afford a place to stay and avoid starving. I knew my uncle and aunt wouldn't care if I died—in their eyes, I was just a waste of space.
"Ugh," I groaned as my eyes slowly fluttered open. I glanced around the room, disoriented. "Where am I?" I muttered to myself.
The room was enormous and luxurious, unlike anything I had ever seen. The walls were covered in black and white, and a crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a gentle light. The space was filled with elegant furniture, including a grand wooden bed and soft armchairs. A large antique rug covered the polished marble floor.
I sat up, wincing as a dull ache throbbed in my head. My surroundings were alien and intimidating, making me feel even more vulnerable. I struggled to piece together how I had ended up in such a luxurious, yet unsettling place. The comfort of the bed was in stark contrast to the fear and confusion swirling inside me.
Then it all came flooding back. "That guy... Logan," I whispered, panic rising in my chest. He kidnapped me. What should I do? My eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape. I quickly got off the bed and ran to the door. I was about to touch the knob when I saw it move, as if someone was about to enter.
"Shit, shit, shit," I panicked, stepping back. I didn't even have time to hide. I grabbed a vase from the night table and held it high, ready to defend myself. The door opened, and I was about to strike, but I stopped midway when I realized it was a helpless elderly lady.
"Please don't hit me," she begged, and I lowered the vase, my heart still racing.
"I'm sorry, I thought it was Logan," I said, watching as she sighed and placed a tray on the table.
"Did he kidnap you too?" I asked, desperation creeping into my voice. She shook her head, avoiding my gaze.
"I brought some soup for you. Have it," she said, her tone gentle but distant.
