Sweetest Sin — Angelica's Toxic Past

I'm so sorry. I didn't see anything, I swear. I just wanted some water. Please don't.

Enzo stopped inches away, cutting off my frantic rambling. Breathe, Angelica. Now. Let's talk.

I sat across from Enzo, stiff and nervous. I braced myself for the death threat. I waited for him to tell me that if I breathed a single word about the dead body in the hallway, I would be next. Or at least, some terrifying mafia speech about the price of silence.

Instead, Enzo leaned back in his leather chair. You handle kids well. Any younger siblings? No. I cared for my ex-boyfriend's nephew for two years. Back then, Silvio promised to pay off the loan sharks for me.

He played the hero and talked me into quitting my part-time jobs. But his snobby family still treated me like a gold digger. To prove I wasn't just after their trust fund, I let his sister Ivy use me as her unpaid nanny and babysat his son, Ryan.

I smiled and swallowed their toxic crap for two whole years.