Like a Moth to a Flame**

"I don't understand it, Renzo. How can he just listen to her and be manipulated by Rain when he doesn't even remember her? What did that woman do to Alexander? Even without his memories, he's still loyal to her!" Carla grumbled, pacing the room. Her frustration was palpable, her voice filled with bitterness. "That contract… shouldn't he be back in my arms by now instead of announcing a marriage ceremony with her?"

Renzo remained silent, knowing better than to respond. He had learned that his place was to listen, not to speak. Instead, he leaned forward, his lips trailing down her body to distract her from her anger, his mouth teasing one of her hardened nipples.

Since the day they first slept together, Renzo had become Carla's escape, her plaything. She called him whenever she needed an outlet for her frustration, using him to vent her emotions and satisfy her physical needs. And Renzo allowed it all… no, he embraced it.