Elena stormed into her bedroom and slammed the door so hard the walls shook. Her hand still stung from slapping Dante. Her lips still burned from his kiss. Her heart still ached from his accusations.
Liar. Manipulator. Just like your father.
She pressed her palms against her eyes, trying to stop the tears that threatened to fall.
"No," she whispered fiercely. "No more crying over him. No more."
Elena paced her room like a caged animal, her mind racing. She couldn't stay here. Couldn't spend another day in this mansion, watching Dante treat her like property one minute and kiss her like she was everything the next.
I need to leave, she thought desperately. I need to get far away from here. From him. From this entire nightmare.
But how? She had no money. No resources. Dante's men watch
