Nyala
Shock coursed through me, disbelief echoing in my mind. The same man who once confessed his love, who had bought me gifts and seemed to offer a glimmer of kindness, was now the one who had slapped me and subjected me to such harsh treatment. It wasn't as if their capacity for cruelty was new to me, but the recent facade of smooth interactions had led me to believe they might possess a shred of kindness.
Warren yanked the papers from my hands, his cold command cutting through the air. "Leave my room."
Summoning what strength remained in me, I managed to pull myself together. Passing him one last look, I declared with a determined voice, "You and your brother will never toy with me again. You won't get the satisfaction of using me as collateral." With that, I left his room.
The doo
