Chapter Eighty-Eight

♕—Delilah

"I was ten years old when I realized that Dario wasn't my real father. He threw me into an orphanage the second my mother died. I don't know what he did to her dead body, all I remember is him telling me that my father had died before I was born, and my mother was the only reason he kept me in his home."

I watched as he told me about what he had to go through at the age of ten, I couldn't imagine what he must have felt like knowing that the only person who loved him had killed themself.

"Dario left me at White Lilly home for boys..."

"The one from the puzzle?" I asked, caressing the back of his neck.

He nodded, his hands dropping to my thigh and wandering underneath the dress, The sensation of his coarse hands grazing my thighs. I bit my lower lips as goosebumps rose on my skin.

He told me about the bullying, how a guy named Tomasso and his wretched entourage tortured him. Describing how they had made his life unbearable. I almost cried a few times but tried to keep my e