Hold Me, Then Hurt Me

When I opened my eyes again, I was pinned against the floor-to-ceiling window of the skyscraper by my stepbrother, Rocco. The man I had been infatuated with for a decade.

He panted, his hot lips and tongue trailing along my collarbone as he murmured, "Don't go."

In my past life, on the night I received my acceptance letter from London Business School, Rocco got blind drunk.

Late that night, I gave in to his pleas for me to stay. I willingly gave myself to him.

After a debauched night, his cherished fiancée, Clara, caught me walking out of his room the next morning, my clothes in disarray.

She ran out in tears, her parting words ringing in the air, "I'll let you have each other."

A month after she disappeared, the family search party found her engagement ring at the edge of a cliff.

At the bottom of the cliff lay mangled remains, battered by the waves until they were unrecognizable.

Rocco clutched that ring and didn't sleep all night.

On the surface, he acted as if nothing had happened, even arranging a trip for me to Sicily, telling me to go and relax.

The night I landed, I was kidnapped by assassins from a rival family.

I screamed for him to pay the ransom, only to hear him give the order himself over the phone:

"Don't make her death a quick one. The Costello princess? She's nothing but a damn liability. Torture her. Break every bone in her body. "

"This is what she owes Clara."

You like playing games, Rocco.

But in this life, I refuse to play along.

When I opened my eyes again, I was pinned against the floor-to-ceiling window of the skyscraper by my stepbrother, Rocco. The man I had been infatuated with for a decade.

He panted, his hot lips and tongue trailing along my collarbone as he murmured, "Don't go."

In my past life, on the night I received my acceptance letter from London Business School, Rocco got blind drunk.

Late that night, I gave in to his pleas for me to stay. I willingly gave myself to him.

After a debauched night, his cherished fiancée, Clara, caught me walking out of his room the next morning, my clothes in disarray.

She ran out in tears, her parting words ringing in the air, "I'll let you have each other."

A month after she disappeared, the family search party found her engagement ring at the edge of a cliff.

At the bottom of the cliff lay mangled remains, battered by the waves until they were unrecognizable.

Rocco clutched that ring and didn't sleep all night.

On the surface, he acted as if nothing had happened, even arranging a trip for me to Sicily, telling me to go and relax.

The night I landed, I was kidnapped by assassins from a rival family.

I screamed for him to pay the ransom, only to hear him give the order himself over the phone:

"Don't make her