Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
He’d taken her to a private hospital, where they had tended to the wound. The sons of bitches who’d kidnapped her had been enemies of Isaac, and they wanted the man to suffer. The scar had become infected, and for a short time, there had even been a question as to whether Vanessa would live or die.
Diago had retreated to the shadows, keeping an eye on her. Sneaking into her room to watch the blonde sleep. She’d been placed in a coma in an attempt to give her body time to rest. No one had known he’d stuck around.
And as he kept to the darkness, he’d heard the real Isaac Norma. He was pissed off that his daughter was considered damaged goods. He’d even requested they attempt to find out if his daughter was a virgin. He hadn’t cared that Vanessa was out cold, in a coma.
Diago wouldn’t allow anyone to touch her. He’d even paid people at the hospital to stop all virginity testing or investigating. He knew he wouldn’t be at the hospital twenty-four hours a day, but he wouldn’t leave her alone.
One thing he had learned during his lifetime, was that everyone had a price. All he had to do was find the right one. And he did. It didn’t take very long.
Vanessa didn’t say a word as he pulled out of her childhood driveway and made his way back onto the road.
He expected her to constantly question him. Instead, he knew she randomly glanced over at him. She kept pursing her lips together, then opening her mouth and closing it, like she wanted to say something, anything, but kept silent. This was new to him. He was used to women not being able to stop talking. This was interesting, and somewhat refreshing.
Diago kept driving. Tonight, he had decided to take back the debt Isaac had owed him. It was a monetary debt that would no longer be given back.
No one would take Vanessa, and he’d grown tired of hearing her described as damaged goods. Vanessa wasn’t damaged, and anyone who believed the scar on her face was ugly was a fucking moron. They didn’t know true beauty when they saw it. She was a fighter.
He put his foot on the gas, weaving his way through the roads, until he was about five minutes from his destination. Turning to the right, he came to a large metal gate. He pulled the window down, and then pressed a series of buttons, and the gates opened.
Diago only had a short time to make it past the gate, and then they’d close—another security measure he had in place. No one had any idea he had a home. Over the years, he had acquired several pieces of property, and his country home was by far his biggest investment, and for good reason.
He drove up to his home, parked the car, and climbed out. This home had the most security. If anyone stepped foot on his land, he knew about it. In the beginning, even squirrels or rabbits would set off his alarm, and from time to time, larger animals.
Stepping out of his car, he started to walk straight up the main steps, toward his front door.
He heard the car door open, and Vanessa scrambling to catch up.
“Uh, hi, I’m Vanessa,” she said.
She followed him into his home, and he closed the door behind her, turning his full attention to her.
“I know who you are.”
“You do? Oh, right, okay, I, uh … I didn’t know. Well, I mean, I don’t know you, but seeing as you took me, and you have some kind of beef with my father, that kind of fills in the blanks.” She pressed her lips together and then smiled.
She was in fact charming, he would give her that. Still, he didn’t have anything else to say to her, so he made his way through to the kitchen, and as he passed the dining room, he told her as such.
“This is the kitchen,” he said, going to the fridge and grabbing himself a bottle of water.
He glanced over at her.
The dress she wore hid her curves, and reminded him of a fucking funeral.
“Do I get to know why I am here?” Vanessa asked.
“Simple. Your father owed me a debt, I’m taking you as payment. You’re mine now, Vanessa. Get used to it.”
With that, he walked past her and went toward his office. He had business to attend to.
“What do I do?” Vanessa asked.
He got to the door of his office and turned toward her.
“I mean, are you going to give me a tour of this house?” she asked.
“Are you stupid?”
“What?”
“It’s a simple question. Is that why you need me to walk you around? You don’t know how to move from room to room, or have they manipulated you so much that you need a man to tell you exactly what to do?”