Private Island

I am so upset I would gladly beat her father to the ground if I ever ran into the guy. I wish I could have shielded her from all that pain. Even when my mother died, I had always been surrounded by the love of my father and when he remarried, Angelina had also been warm and affectionate.

I rub her back as she cries and vows that I'd spend the rest of our lives making it up to her for her crappy childhood.

Dropping the shopping bags onto the bed, I look around the room at the number of things he has bought me since we've been on the private island. Mountains of shopping bags spilt from the closet and in the bedroom from my latest shopping spree. 

Although most of the time we stay on the island, occasionally we go to the mainland. I'd been surprised that he knew how to use the private jetty.