Angela’s POV
My chest was still rising and falling hard after screaming my frustration out.
That jerk knew exactly how to push me past my limit.
A few minutes passed in silence before a soft knock sounded at the door.
It opened slowly. A young woman stood in the doorway, dressed in a crisp uniform.
“Good morning, Miss Angela,” she said politely. “My name is Lana. Mr. Carter asked me to assist you while you’re staying in this house.”
I forced a thin smile. “Assist… or spy on me?”
She looked mildly surprised but kept her composure. “My responsibility is simply to make sure you’re comfortable and have everything you need.”
I almost laughed. “Including handcuffs, if he changes his mind?”
Lana didn’t react. Not even a flicker. Impressively professional.
Before I could say anything els
