Aliya’s POV
“Let go of me!” I screamed, struggling to break free from the closing darkness.
“Stop screaming, Aliya. It’s just me,” a very familiar voice said, making my stomach twist even more in fear.
I didn’t know if that was an attempt to make me struggle less, but if it was, then it was horrible as hell.
Suddenly, the lights flickered on, and I was met with the stupid face of my lying, cheating, ungrateful bastard of an ex-boyfriend, Philip.
My fear twisted into disgust and anger as I continued to struggle against his grip.
“Of all the people who could think to kidnap me, it can’t be you. I’d rather be kidnapped by a deadly mafia gang than Philip Parker,” I snapped, glaring daggers at him as he slowly released his hold on me.
“I’m sorry you feel that way, Aliya, but I didn’t com
