Chapter 93 My Dangerous Man

• Riccardo would come into my room and lavish me with gifts. He'd bring me the latest fashions from the most famous designer, jewelry that sparkled like stars in the sky, and gourmet meals that made my taste buds dance. As grateful as I was for all his generosity, I couldn't help but feel like I was being bought, like some piece of property.
• A part of me couldn't help but see the good in Riccardo. When he wasn't ordering his henchmen around or carrying out brutal orders to punish his enemies, he could be surprisingly gentle and caring towards me.
• When I had suffered a particularly hard bout of morning sickness from my pregnancy, Riccardo had almost seemed worried. He rubbed my back soothingly as I threw up in a bucket, and then held my hair back without complaint.