52| Wrong Number.

ROSALINDA.

“Do you even care about my life at all?" I asked Papà, deciding to confront him.

“What do you mean?” He questioned me, studying my face as if awaiting a solution to a puzzle.

Taking a step forward, I enlightened him. “I know about your plan to sign an agreement with the Romanos.”

His forehead creased into multiple lines, and before he could speak, I continued. "Papà, he’s at war with a Russian family, and they blew up his car right in your presence. Yet, here you are, still willing to sell me off to that family. Did you ever love me?”

“Who told you that? I can’t remember telling you about a marriage alliance with the Romanos. Who told you that?” He questioned, tilting his head to the side.

“Uhm…” I trailed off, scratching the back of my head. Marco was the one who told me before Antonio confirmed it, and I couldn’t let Papà know about my encounter with Marco, as telling him would lead to more questions.

Questions that I couldn’t answer.

“Who told you?“ he repeated authorita