Aleena — POV
I step out of the car.
“Stay inside,” my father barked.
I ignored him. He didn’t have time to glare at me or force me back into the vehicle. His attention snapped to the man standing beside the car.
“Why the hell is this asshole here, Boris?” he demanded. “Where is Ryane Moris?”
“I’m trying to reach him. I can’t get through,” Boris answered, panic bleeding into his voice.
My father snatched the phone from his hand and tried calling Ryane Moris himself. I’d heard plenty about him. The Moris heir. A
man tied to human trafficking. A monster. The kind of man who treated women like property. And my father had married me off to him.
“You married me off to that jackass,” I snapped.
My father shot me a furious look.
“Now is not the time to argue about that,” he hissed. “Don
