Hannah's POV
You might think I'm crazy, but I'm convinced I was born for this life. Every day, it keeps getting better, except for the constant glare from my alleged sister burning into my back, and the recurring dreams of Tyrell and Luca, or my father's face haunting my subconscious. This life is perfect—it's the life of a real housewife, but here, I'm respected, treated like a human being, a valued one.
I'm glad I chose to stay. Honestly, you'd think I'd been violated by the head hunter, but I haven't seen him since the night he took me out for pizza and smoothies. He's been busy since then, but never slack on sending me endless gifts—expensive dresses, chocolate-covered strawberries, more pizza and smoothies, jewelry, even a phone. Yes, I have a phone now, can you believe it? I'm offi
