Unwritten Love — Episode 8

It was at a private dinner arranged to secure funding for the network. After a few rounds of drinks, the table had gotten disgusting. The executive sitting beside me used my whole body went stiff. I kept trying to move away, but I still did not dare make a scene in front of everyone. Back then, I held back my tears and looked to the

producer for help, but he only froze for a second. Then he quickly looked away. Right then, Russo, who had barely spoken at the table all night, suddenly stood up and walked over to me. He reached out and pulled me up from my seat. He looked at my red eyes and said, Little girl, crying in front of men like this won't help.

Then he pushed a gun into my hand. His hand covered mine firmly. His face went cold, and with his hand over mine, he aimed the gun at the man who had been groping me.

The gunshot cracked through the room. The man dropped to the floor. The whole room went silent. He stared at me without blinking, his voice calm but firm.

This is the only thing that works. Got it? I looked up blankly and met his dark eyes. The noise around us seemed to fade away.

All I could hear was my own heart pounding. So when we met again, and Dante asked me in the elevator, Your name's Gia, right? Can you handle a sex-only arrangement?

No dating? In the first twenty-something years of my boring little life, I had never met anyone as dazzling as him. So in that moment, I nodded almost on instinct.

After that day, every time we slept together, Dante would give me a lot of money,