A young woman is sold into the household of a powerful mafia boss, where she unexpectedly becomes the one person willing to shield his young daughter from the dangers surrounding them. As she grows close to the child, her bond with the ruthless father deepens into something neither of them planned, forcing her to navigate loyalty, danger, and forbidden desire.
then she sets down her coffee his daughter is another matter three nannies have already quit i wouldn't get your hopes up about winning her over where is she victoria raises an eyebrow brow. You're eager. She gestures toward the house manager. Take her upstairs. The third strangely quiet. At the end of a long hallway, the house manager opens a bedroom door, and there she
is. A tiny girl sitting on the carpet beside her bed. She's holding an old, worn doll. A little white bandage is wrapped around its arm. When she hears us, her shoulders jerk. She pulls the doll against her chest and retreats toward the wall. The house manager clears his throat. Miss Ellie, Ellie, this is…
I've got it. I whisper. He steps back. I look at the little girl.
For a moment, I'm eight years old again, hiding in my bedroom after Sylvia moved our house, holding the last thing my mother left me. Terrified someone might take it away, the little girl looks at me. Her lips tremble.
Are you going to make me leave? My smile disappears. What? Her voice is barely a whisper.
Are you going to send me away, so you can have daddy all to yourself?