The house no longer felt like home.
It felt like a prison.
After the family dinner, nothing was the same. Daniel had stripped away the veil of secrecy in one move, exposing me and Adrian to his family’s judgment. But that wasn’t the end—it was only the beginning.
Now, every step I took was under his watch. Every breath felt monitored. Every choice was slipping out of my hands.
The Bank
It started with the bank.
I tried to transfer some money the next morning—just a small amount, enough to clear my head at a café somewhere far from the suffocating silence of the house. But the screen blinked red. Transaction denied.
I tried again. Same result.
My stomach dropped as I logged into my account. Balance: $0.00.
I checked Daniel’s. Every penny was still there—but my access was gone.
Adr
