CARSYN POV
Mr. Finley said, "I want you to keep your kidnapping by Rose a secret. Name your price, and you’ll have it today."
His words cut through me like a blade. Of all the things he could say, this was the last I wanted to hear.
What did he think of me? A price? As if I was the kind of person who could be bought off? Although I had admired him just moments ago, his words stripped away every ounce of respect and affection I had for him.
Anger bubbled inside me, pushing past my restraint. I glared at him with all the sharpness I could muster and said, "Who do you think you are? What do you take me for—a slut? A call girl you can pay off to keep quiet? Let me tell you something, Mr. Finley: my family might not be rich or influential like yours, but we live with dignity. We don’t hide
