Angela’s POV
“Aaron…”
The name slipped from my lips before I could stop myself.
He paused mid-step.
“You’ll free my dad, right?”
He turned his head slightly. Just enough for me to see half his face—cold, unreadable.
“Yes,” he said shortly.
It didn’t sound like a promise.
It didn’t sound like concern.
Then he opened the door and left without looking back.
The door closed softly, but firmly enough to make it clear.
I was truly alone in this house.
I stood there, frozen. Not knowing where to go. Not knowing what to do.
The house was vast, luxurious, but it made me feel like nothing more than a prisoner.
Marble floors. High ceilings. Modern minimalist furniture. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the ocean.
And yet, nothing here felt special.
Nothing felt like home.
I didn’t
