POV Angela
I froze.
So that was it. To him, I was nothing more than something cheap—something he could buy.
A short laugh escaped my lips. Bitter. My fists clenched, fighting the urge to slap him.
“You’re a real bastard.”
I looked straight at him, rage boiling under my skin. "After ruining my career, now you want to turn me into your possession?” My voice shook, but my eyes didn’t. “Even in my dreams, that will never happen.”
I shoved his hand away and walked out fast.
The moment I got into my car, I slammed the door shut and collapsed against the seat. I leaned my head back, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Melissa’s call, my stepmother kept echoing in my head.
A year after Mom died, Dad remarried. That marriage put distance between us.
I didn’t hate Melissa. I just wasn’t ready
