Elena’s POV.
I woke up the next morning with a strange kind of calmness in my chest.
It wasn’t happiness. It wasn’t peace. It was just… acceptance i didn't know if that was the right word but the kind that settles in after you stop fighting a storm you can’t win.
I lay in the soft pink-and-white bed for a long time, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything that had happened since the night my uncle sold me.
Fighting had only made things worse for me none of it changed the fact that I was still here. Still under their roof. Still belonging to the Volkov brothers in a way that scared me.
But last night in the bathroom with Dmitri had shown me something clear the more I pushed back, the harder they pushed me down. And I was tired of ending up shaking and ashamed.
So today, I decid
