The silence in the room was almost suffocating.
Alison's fingers tapped against the windows as she gazed outside the window. The place was secluded, surrounded by thick forests and an iron gate that would be impossible to cross without being noticed.
Trapped.
That was exactly how she felt.
Her thoughts circled back to the night before. Nicholas’ anger had been more than just rage—it was fear. He wasn’t just mad that she had seen those pictures.
And that meant there was more to this story than just Amelia.
Alison’s gaze flicked toward the door again. He hadn’t returned since locking her in. A part of her expected him to—if only to continue their argument—but the house had been eerily silent since.
The place was so quiet that it felt suffocating. Alison stared out at the wide open spa
