Ella couldn't quite figure out why she felt so empty. She was exhausted, mentally and physically, and before she realized it, she had fallen asleep right where she was.
When Carlos walked in, he found her lying there, looking like a sleeping beauty.
Carlos had never really taken the time to observe Ella closely. In his world, beautiful women were everywhere. The women he had slept with were a blur—he could hardly remember their faces, let alone their names.
As for Ella, at first, he had thought John had made a foolish decision.
Whether she was beautiful or plain didn't matter. He was going to marry her, and that would fulfill his purpose.
Carlos understood that John, his grandfather, had made this decision to test his loyalty and obedience.
John wanted a puppet grandson—someone he co
