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.
Nobody's sending you away. I stay where I am, crouched a few feet from her. And I'm not taking your dad. He's a grown man, I don't even think he'd fit in my suitcase.
She looks at the suitcase by the door, then back at me. I'm here to look after you, I say. You can call me Chloe. Or mom, someday, if you want.
want? You get to choose. Her fingers tighten around the doll. You won't go? Before I can answer, a woman comes out of the adjoining bathroom, carrying a folded towel. Don't your time, Mrs. Blackwood. She does this with everyone. She drops the towel on the bed and reaches up. Stop hiding. You're embarrassing yourself. Ellie folds in on herself, both
over her ears. I catch the woman's wrist before she reaches her. Try that again and we're going to have a problem. I'm her nanny. Then start acting like one. She tries to pull free. I let her then point to the door out mrs blackwood victoria specifically did i stuttered she heels snapping against the floor i sit on the carpet keeping my hands in my lap ellie watches
me without speaking i set a cup of water within her reach it's there if you want it for a long time nothing happens then she breaks a cracker in half and holds one piece against the doll's mouth looks like she's hungry I say Ellie nods a few minutes later she slides the doll towards me you