Ambrose POV
I carried Casey in my arms to make Samara realise her place in this mansion. I could see the rage in her eyes. She lost to me. She thought that she would win. She didn't know with whom she was messing with, I am Ambrose Johnson, and I never lose to anyone.
"What are you doing, Ambrose?" Casey whispered in my ears.
"Put me down now!" she demanded.
"You are my wife and I can do anything with you," I said with a smile on my face.
"I am not your thing!" She had an angry look on her face.
"You will never be my thing and I will never treat you like that." "You are my wife," I said in a calm tone while I looked at her.
How could she even think that I would treat her like a thing?
As I headed towards my room, Jeremiah opened the door for me as I was carrying Casey in my arms. W
