Michaela’s POV.
Right the agreement. It hurts to hear him say that but it shouldn’t, but it does. I ran to get away from this s**t, but clearly I didn’t run far enough. I have been sold and bought like a brood mare.
“Let me get dressed.” I say dejectedly as Marco releases my wrist and I step back and walk to the closet to see my Luis luggage packed and waiting for me. I fight the emotion that is swirling inside of me and close my eyes and breath.
“Your emotions are you enemy. Never show weakness on the outside. If you show emotion, you show weakness.” My father’s words echo around my head and I look at my clothes and smirk.
Well, if Marco wants to remind me of what he bought, well then. I will have to act the damn part. I grabbed the short fire engine red dress, my red Louboutin’s and
