Don't Make Me Hate You

One week before my wedding to my fiancé, Don Dominic Romano, my mother went to Mexico to negotiate on behalf of my sister's company.

Her body was sent back to me, covered in suspicious injuries.

I demanded a thorough investigation into my sister's company, but Dominic pushed a check towards me.

"How much? Name your price. Don't let the Romano family become a laughingstock."

Tears stinging my eyes, I confronted him, "That was a human life! You know she was the only family I had left!"

"For eight years, you've called Kayla an illegitimate daughter. She’s trying to make it on her own, and now her new company is being dragged through the mud because of your mother. Can't you show a little compassion?"

Eight years ago, when he took me into the Romano family, he swore he'd take care of my mother and me.

But now, he says, "Who remembers what happened eight years ago?"

I bought a one-way ticket to Paris.

Now, he tore the world apart to find me.