Mona's POV
I sprinted down the hallway, heart racing. I needed a landline, and I needed it fast. Ian had been holding me captive in his penthouse, demanding money I didn't have.
Days had passed since I last heard from my mother, still in the hospital after our last call. I promised to visit her, but Ian's grip tightened, making it impossible to leave.
Leaning against the balcony door, I scanned the city below, feeling smaller than ever. But today, that would change. I refused to let Ian control me any longer.
Suddenly, I saw him. Ian was heading to his car, distracted by some business deal. I held my breath, thankful for his momentary absence, whispering a quick prayer.
After ensuring he didn’t return, I rushed down the staircase, adrenaline fueling my urgency. I needed to talk to my
