My father was always a gambling man.

Unfortunately, he never could pick winners.

When the wolves closed in, he chose himself, like always.

 

He traded his freedom… for mine.

 

He forced me to marry.

Now Dante Bellanti owns my body.

I’m just another possession for a man who already has too much.

So I won’t let him have my heart.

 

But you know what they say about gambling.

 

The house always wins.

 

And I’m at the mercy of the Bellantis...