Syria’s POV
“Now be a good girl for me, and stay here.”
He let go of me, and I glared at him.
“I’ll come back. Don’t do anything stupid.”
He turned around and closed the door behind him, leaving me standing there, feeling like a fool.
My cousin, this arrangement, and him… it was all too much for me.
He thinks he can control me? He’s wrong!
I bolted toward the door. I picked up a large metallic object, something like a statue, and pounded it against the doorknob.
It broke.
My body trembled as I stepped out of the office. My hands were shaking, my legs were weak, but I kept moving.
Just as I was about to flee, I heard a voice.
“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?!” one of the guards shouted.
They spotted me.
I didn’t stop.
They lunged for me but I wasn’t about to let them dra
