Chapter 42 The Perfect Hostage

Nico hadn’t slept.

Not even for a minute.

The massive Moretti mansion felt colder than usual that morning.

Too quiet.

Too empty.

Too humiliating.

He sat alone in his bedroom, staring blankly at the untouched drink on the table beside him.

Everything replayed endlessly inside his head.

The look on ev...

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