Trapped in a Millionaire’s Revenge

er. The woman of high class that dresses elegantly, wearing the essen

sandals, and I check, once again, that both my makeup and hairstyle are

iving. Mr. Mauricio has asked me to come and get you". I

She says, and I go-ahead to go dow

here the party is taking place. "You're finally ready, daughte

uld stop fulfilling the role of my late mother,

stop mourning for my mother, she has been dead fo

daughter. My businesses are already yours

ile gently we welcome the guest

With his gaze, he points out a very tall man with black hair, blue

ployee of the company, much less one of the minority shareholders. "Lucas!"

rve him, and I believe that one of the rich men from my father's parti

s Italian accent just by saying those words, "Is she y

ughter, this is Lucas Sandonin, a possible future investor of the Di Marco shipping compa

y father. Then he looks at me, "Miss Di Marco, a pleasure to meet you," he t

asure," I a

glass of champagne; I'll be back." H

" I ask m

important businessmen in the industry in Italy. If all goes well,

ting," I

ery well.” My father asks,

use

don't want you to get too involved wi

e's not my type

ess and love, especially when millions of dollars ar

ill never again get involved with one of y

e can. I know we have lost a lot of money, but I wasn't going to marry some

ks me, and he goes off

gin. I tell myself as I walk to