Emily’s POV
With my heart racing, the driver stopped at the gates of a sprawling mansion, its golden entrance guarded by men armed to the teeth.
“This is it,” the driver said, his voice breaking through my thoughts. I nodded quickly, wiping away the tears that blurred my vision.
“Thank you,” I whispered as I stepped out of the car, my breath heavy with apprehension.
There was no turning back now. I reminded myself of that fact as I summoned the courage to approach the looming gate. Just before I could reach it, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Marco.
“Thank you for doing this. You’re not alone. I’ll be by your side every step of the way. And always remember, I love you.
P.S. Delete this message and my number. I’ll be the one to call you.”
His words offered brief comfort, but I
