Don's Fiancée [18+Only]

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Standing my ground, I asked bewildered. "What?"

The gorgeous Italian smirked. "Wrong answer."

I yelped when he ripped my black dress off. The last defense of my skin on these cold walls and floor was ripped in two. He threw the shred unceremoniously on the floor.

The crease in his forehead was clear, his cold gaze raked my half-naked state. I don't have the best body because I can't buy a proper meal on my salary at the coffee shop. For the last five years, I would line up with homeless people in the feeding programs as I move from city to city.

Food is not my basic need. When you're on the run from people like this man in front of me, money for unexpected escape is the primary need.

"You had your tattoos removed." Gorgeous Italian murmured mostly to himself. He growled like a pained beast having an inner battle before looking straight into my eyes. "Remove your contacts."

"I don't wear any," I replied, hoping this man would stop accusing me for five fucking seconds.

He once again took away the distance between us, his hand gripping my neck, my head slammed on the wall, while his free hand was holding the blade aimed at my eyes. "Stop playing games, Alexa."

"Por favor, Señor..." I pleaded, his hold on my neck loosening a bit. "My name is Lianna Beatrice Black. I'm not Alexa."

The gorgeous Italian groaned, his fist colliding with the wall, missing my face by an inch. Harrowed scowl manifested itself in his beautiful face, he punched the wall close to my face again and again. I couldn't look away nor move because his grip on my neck would tighten with each assault he makes. Letting out a string of curses in Italian, he let go of my neck, pushed my body on the wall, turned his back on me, leaving the cell without another glance at me.

I breathed freely when I heard the lock outside the cell clunk.

Who's Alexa?

That was the question swirling in my head as I sat on the cold floor, my forehead resting on my knees that's bent close to my chest. My hands were resting on the floor, I can't even give myself a gentle rub to ease away the loneliness and fear that's enveloping my body. The frigid life I live sipping on my broken soul. Breaking me all over again.

Why me? What have I done to deserve everyone's anger? I silently hoped that I would find the answer when I closed my eyes.

Oblivion was kind, it swallowed me whole, taking me to a safe place called a dreamless sleep. Where no one would be able to hurt me.

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~Ace Romano~

This is not possible. I had Luka, my second in command, investigated this Lianna Black Alexa was speaking off.

She looks just like her except for their eyes. Alexa has a pair of cobalt orbs while this woman in my basement has golden chocolate irises.