The snare was closing. Sierra could feel it in every breath she took inside that house. Invisible threads wound tighter around her with each passing day, pulling, binding, choking.
She had thought the worst had already come the refusal, the retaliation, the diamonds at her throat. But she was wrong. That had only been the beginning.
Now, every move felt orchestrated. Every word, every silence, every gesture was caught in a web Vanessa spun with deliberate care. And Damien he was no savior, no liberator. His protection came with chains of its own, heavier and more intoxicating than her mother’s.
The snare wasn’t just Vanessa’s. It was his, too. And Sierra was caught between them, unable to breathe, unable to break free… yet unwilling to step away.
Vanessa’s retaliation came first.
“You
