Amara's POV My first class was interesting as I learnt a lot and made new friends. At first, I was skeptical because I had been a drop out for some time which caused me to forget a lot of things. But since I was smart, I was able to remember some of the things I was taught when the lecturer went through the course outline. After class, I came out to meet Stefano waiting for me and I rolled my eyes angry that Luciano was serious about what he said. I'd just give it a week before confronting him on this issue. I wanted to commute like other students but with Luciano things were always different. "Hi," One of the male students had greeted me but was scared away by Stefano's mean look. I mouthed an apology but he didn't look at me as he took to his heels immediately. I remembered Bruno when we got to the house and thought of checking him out then telling Shuri about everything but I discarded the idea and started working on my assignments. Wh

Luciano's POV My anger subsided mainly because of how Amara cared for me. I was wrong to yell at her that way but I couldn't control the anger I felt. I was even surprised that I didn't beat anyone up and that was when I realized that I was better than before. I liked the tattoo on her face and wanted to compliment it but I couldn't as I was interrupted by Shuri. She barged into my office with tears after Amara had left the room. I stood up to meet her while she hugged me crying profusely. "What's the matter?" I asked though I knew what it was all about. "Massimo wants to buy me, Luciano. Can you stop it from happening? I don't want to live with him again," She begged causing me to feel sad and angry at the same time. "It can't be stopped, Shuri, you just have to endure it," I encouraged her while she shook her head defiantly while resting on my shoulders. "You have to, I beg of you. He isn't a good man," I knew he wasn't really a ni

Luciano's POV I checked my wristwatch for the Countless time while waiting for Massimo who was twenty minutes late. I picked a classy restaurant where we could have a conversation about his recent actions. Luca sat beside me also waiting as I didn't go to important meetings without him. I remembered the flash and made a mental note to check it out later then stared at Luca. He was loyal and had worked with me for the past fifteen years when my father was still alive. He was diligent and could do anything for me. He had even given out his son for my sake when I was at the point of death and that strengthened my trust in him. "Do you want anything, Luca?" I asked. "No sir, thank you," He replied and drank the wine that was on the table. That was typical Luca, he was always contented and always rejected gifts except he was forced to take it. Because of his strong will, he was hardly manipulated. Or maybe not this time. "You know, I don't rea

Luciano's POV With Luca away with Amara for the day's collection I felt at peace. After everything that had happened the previous night, I just needed my own company. I lied about trusting Luca, I actually didn't trust anyone with how things were going on around me. I only allowed him to do things for me because I knew he wouldn't want the bond we had to be broken. Gio was away at school which I was happy for. Ever since he fought back, he had been punctual in school. I just prayed that he didn't become worse than he was tending to be. Sitting in my office having less things to do I sent for Stefano. He came quickly and I asked him to sit while I went through some random things on social media. I viewed a lot of funny videos but I didn't laugh. I hardly laughed. "Get a bottle of champagne," I said after taking my eyes away from my phone. "Yes boss," He replied and got it then poured it for the both of us. I sipped a little of it and dro

Amara's POV We were presently at the party with Raul while I dragged my dress up again. Luciano had selected it for me against my wish and asked me to wear it or he'd blow off my brains. He had been threatening me a lot with that and soon I would ask him to blow it off so I could be at peace. The dress barely contained my breast and the length was slightly below my ass. It was stretchy so it went up as I walked, exposing my thighs to the view of everyone men out there. My arms were bare due to the dress's design and it couldn't be covered by my hair because Luciano ordered the stylist to pack my hair into a bun. It was one of those parties where I was forced to watch women pleasure men unwillingly while the men satisfied themselves. It felt dirty and I detested it but I couldn't tell Luciano about it because he encouraged them. I looked around and noticed people staring at me then I realized that it was because of the tattoo. I was forced to sit in