Naomi’s pov :
I couldn't take it anymore. The walls of that sprawling mansion felt like they were closing in on me, suffocating me with every breath.
Elias's presence lingered everywhere—the sharp, commanding scent of him on the furniture, the echoes of his mocking voice in my ears from that horrific night in heat. I'd signed that damned contract in a haze of desperation and pain, agreeing to be his... whatever he wanted.
Sex slave, prisoner, it all blurred together. But now, with the heat subsided and my body somewhat my own again, frustration boiled over. I just wanted out. To leave this gilded cage and never look back. Money was my ticket to freedom; without it, I was trapped.
He'd warned me not to step foot outside without permission. "You're mine now, Naomi," he'd growle
