Delphine Pov
But my cries were met with silence, and no one came to my rescue. My fists struck his back over and over, but he didn’t flinch or slow down. It was like hitting a brick wall.
I felt a swell of anger and desperation rise within me. How could he do this? How could he take away my choice so easily? But deep down, beneath the fury and indignation, a traitorous part of me didn’t want him to let go.
When we reached his Porsche, Japhet finally put me down. I stumbled slightly, still fuming. I crossed my arms, glaring at him. "At least you could’ve let me change my clothes."
He smirked, leaning casually against the car. "We’ll get you something new."
I scoffed, folding my arms tighter. "I’m not getting in," I declared firmly, planting my feet on the ground.
His response? A smile
