LOVETH’S POV
The cold air pricked at my skin as Sandrino dragged me outside, ignoring my pleas and tears. My voice cracked from wailing, but he was unmoved, his determination as unyielding as iron. The sight of the gathering crowd made my stomach churn.
“Please” I kept on wailing but he continued to ignore me.
A group of maids stood nearby, their uniforms marking them out, whispering amongst themselves. Others, less discreet, spoke openly, their voices cutting through my humiliation like jagged glass.
Without warning, Sandrino shoved me, and I crashed onto the hard ground. Pain shot through my arm, and I bit back a scream as a sharp fracture confirmed my worst fear. Tears blurred my vision, but I couldn’t afford to break down. Not here. Not now.
A low, guttural growl erupted from Sa
