Isla pov
He doesn't listen. He steps back onto the mattress, his face twisting into a mask of pure rage. He reaches down and grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head backward with brutal force.
"Ah! Stop! You're hurting me!" I scream, my hands immediately flying up to grab his wrist, trying to ease the agonizing pressure on my scalp.
My eyes water from the pain, my head forced back at an unnatural angle so I am forced to look right into his bloodshot eyes.
"You have access to Ruby's accounts," he growls, pulling harder until I cry out again. "You're staying with her. She has money. Or better yet, call your billionaire boyfriend. Tell him to wire a hundred thousand dollars to a secure account, or he'll never see his precious heir alive."
"Dylan, please," I weep, the pain in my hea
