You Can't Buy My Heart, Mr. Vitiello

My father sold me to the Vitiello Crime Family to settle a three-million-dollar gambling debt.

For three years, I was Dante Vitiello’s property. I warmed his bed, tended his wounds, and let him own every part of me.

I thought I was earning my freedom. I thought I mattered.

Then his "true queen," the Mafia Princess Sofia, returned to the city.

Dante pushed me off his lap the moment she walked into the room. He ordered me to leave because, in the presence of his equal, I was nothing more than "the help."

The humiliation didn't stop there.