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"Hello, Isabella. Still trying to sell me off, I see."
I refused to call her my mother anymore. She had never been a mother to me.
My mother smirked. "You are worth a whole lot of money."
"Slavery is against the law."
"Which is why you are going to marry Genevieve. Marriage is legal."
"Ah, too bad for you, I'm already married."
As much money as she had spent over the years on her looks, it was amazing to me how bad she looked when she glared at me.
"You think I'd believe your lies?"
"Doesn't matter to me," I replied. "I'm sure my husband will explain it to you when he gets here."
I knew mentioning that probably wasn't in my best interest, but I was tired of my parents treating me like crap and ignoring my choices in life.
"Husband!" my mother sputtered. "You are not married to a man."
"Pretty sure I am."
"I won't allow it!"
I shrugged. "Not my problem."
I wanted to say I regretted saying that when my mother backhanded me, but I really didn't. I had pretty much spent my entire life under my mother's thumb.
I was done.
"You will divorce him this instant and marry the woman we have picked out for you."
"Yeah, no." It was fun watching my mother's jaw drop. "I'm twenty-five years old, a legal adult. You have no say in what I do with my life anymore and I am going to stay married to my husband. I refuse to marry Gena and you can't make me."
My face whipped around from the force of her smack. I gingerly licked the blood from the corner of my mouth and then glared up at her. "My husband will make you pay for every mark you put on me, so I'd stop now if you don't want to die in complete agony."
I knew Luca would take her apart the second he saw my swollen lip.
I was almost looking forward to it.
"And just who is this idiot you married?" my mother snapped.
"I believe that idiot would be me."
I gasped as I looked toward the doorway. "Luca."
I knew he would come for me.
He strolled casually across the room as if my parents and Steve weren't standing there. "Hello, cuore mio. How are you? Did they hurt you?"
"My mother smacked me a couple of times, but other than that I'm okay. A little groggy from whatever drug my mother gave me." I whimpered when Luca gently touched the corner of my mouth with his thumb. "It's just a cut. I'll be okay."
Luca pulled a knife out of his pocket and flicked it open, cutting at the ropes tying me to the chair. Once my arms were free, he crouched down and went to work on my ankles.
"Luca!" I screamed when I saw a flash of movement out of the corner of my eyes.
