Helena’s POV:
“I won’t wear this thing!” I said once more but he just wouldn’t budge!
He tilted his head my way with a very pissed off look in his eyes which made me take a step back unconsciously. He was holding my shrug and other clothes in his hand and ripped them off before my eyes as I watched them ruin to shreds.
“Now, what were you saying about that dress of yours?” he said in an arrogant tone.
God! If he thinks I’m going to take his bullshit then he is so wrong! I don’t know where I got the strength from but I walked up to him and tore open his shirt in anger! I caught hold of his shirt in my fists and gave a strong jab of force that ripped open his shirt with the buttons falling apart.
He didn’t do a thing but watched me rip open his shirt with a sickly smirk on his face all
