Lisa was devastated, trapped between a cliff and a wall. The man she had loved so deeply had destroyed her life within days. Tony was a monster. She could smell her own misery, feel it on her skin—she knew she looked horrible.
From the corner of her dim, cold cell, she overheard two guards chatting. One of them pulled out a phone, scrolling as they whispered.
"Hey, did you hear? That billionaire—Liam Styles—he’s set up a massive search party for some girl named Lisa," the female guard murmured.
"What? Are you serious? But Mr. Williams made sure we hid her here secretly. If Liam finds her, we’re dead," the other guard whispered back.
Lisa jolted from her half-sleep the moment she heard Liam’s name. Weak and weary, she forced herself closer to the bars, straining to hear every word.
"He
