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MATTEO'S BETROTHED

Matteo vowed to get the key to this room from Ella. He had not spent twenty-four hours here yet, this crazy woman was already coming and going into his space as she pleased.

"Jesus, Priscilla. Ever heard of boundaries," Matteo said, looking annoyed.

"Matteo, we need to talk," Priscilla said, her voice urgent.

Matteo hesitated at the slight desperation he heard in her voice. He had never seen, more or less heard Priscilla sound so worried. His interest was piqued.

Matteo signed and rubbed his eyes. He was suddenly exhausted.

"Alright. Let's hear the bullshit," He said as he walked toward the bed and sat down beside Priscilla.

"I can assure you, Matteo, I bring nothing but the truth," Priscilla said.

Matteo shrugged nonchalantly and made himself comfortable on the bed.

"Tonight, secrets of your entire family will be revealed, you may not accept what you hear or see but know that you asked for the truth," Priscilla broadly stated.

"You just told me a bunch of not