SOPHIA’S POV
I replayed the recording for the third time, smiling bitterly and shutting my eyes against the throbbing pain that was beginning to wrap around my skull.
“Not again,” I whispered to no one in particular as I pressed my palms against my eyes.
“Not again!”
Ten grand. Was that all I was with him? So I had become a prize to be won, or a commodity to be betted over to Liam. My head fell into my hands and I felt the coldness of my rings against my forehead. How the f**k did I end up here again? It felt like I had fallen into some kind of loop, where whenever I tried to hope for a more convenient life with Liam, something new about him surfaced to send all those hopes crumbling down. First those pictures, now this…
Maybe I should have just taken Julian's words for it. Maybe Li
