❦ Rosalind ❦
My face was frozen but the tears wouldn’t stop.
I needed the f*****g tears to stop so I could properly see my surroundings and figure out a way to escape.
Marcus was on his way to Viktor, and going by the way he had used my phone, he must have texted him to meet.
Dammit.
How could I have been so stupid?
I had given him everything he needed to destroy me.
“Help!” I screamed.
“Someone get me out of here!”
My voice was hoarse from screaming even though I knew no one in the house would help me, and that the torture chamber was soundproof.
I should’ve known. The way he had never really put effort into investigating Papa’s murder, and the way he’d hidden the real value of the hotel from me. I had thought I could trust him.
I had thought he was just a strict, shrewd man.
