ESTELLE’S POV
I stood in the restroom, my breaths coming fast as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The woman in front of me was scared, worried and angry. She was a fragile woman who had let her heart get viciously ripped out of her chest and served on a platter by the one she had loved.
I couldn’t let that woman take control over me anymore. She was a liability, a weakness that could sabotage everything I had planned for.
Tears welled in my eyes as I traced the place he’d touched me, where his grip had been firm.
Adonis.
The thought of him drove me to the edge. What did he even want from me? My submission? Was that how he derived pleasure, for treating women like sluts?
‘But it’s your fault, Estelle. You asked for it. You signed the contract knowing exactly what you were get
