She had to get away—now!
That thought was the only thing running through Leila's mind.
Her hands were raw from the ropes, her legs drenched in blood, and her clothes were a chaotic mess. Leila struggled to catch her breath, her vision hazy, clearly on the brink of exhaustion.
The hotel lobby was bustling with people, the noise almost deafening. Leila's bloodied, disheveled state caught the attention of those around her, their whispers buzzing in her ears, but she was too weak to care.
Just then, a tall, striking man stepped through the revolving doors. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored dark gray suit that accentuated his muscular build. His chiseled features and cold, steely blue eyes gave off an aura that screamed, "Don't come near me."
Leila's heart skipped a beat when she reco
