ELENA DUVAL
I lay on top of shards of glass. I felt brutal pain climb up my body. The slurry echoes of words and gunshots in the air. My vision was blurry. And darkness began to crawl in at every flutter of my eyes.
“Elena, Elena,” I heard Dad's voice echoing around. I groaned, tilting my head to the side as I lay in the middle of the broken mess. I recognized where we were. In the family's mansion in Texas. But I wasn't sure what I was doing here.
Oh yeah, I remembered. I wasn't supposed to be here. Mum had forced me to take Chloe and Zoey to her friend's cabin out of town to spend the night there. But I had driven back to the city upon hearing the news of my arranged marriage to a complete stranger. One of Dad's business partners. I couldn't understand why he had rushed into this s
