THIRD PERSON POV.
Vivian's unconscious body was dragged inside a dimmed enclosed room, it looked like an abandoned ancient building with damp stone due to several leaks. The men holding her dropped her careless on the cold ground when they reached the center of the room.
Andrew stood nearby, his arms crossed over his broad chest, watching in silence. He was the splitting image of their father—same sharp jaw, same piercing gaze, same cold, calculating demeanor. The resemblance was uncanny, but where their father’s features were twisted with rage, Andrew’s face remained impassive.
“Wake her up,” their father ordered.
A second later, a bucket of icy water crashed over Vivian, drenching her from head to toe. She gasped awake, choking on her own breath as the shock of the freezing water se
