As my tears continued to fall, Kutay dragged me toward the car. He had no right to do this to me. No one had the right to take away someone else’s freedom, but I doubted Kutay cared about that. If things had been different, everything could have changed. Maybe I could have fallen in love with him because he was an incredibly handsome man. When we first met, his gentlemanly demeanor and polite manners had drawn me in. He possessed all the qualities a man should have—but they were all fake.
He was dangerous. Just as he had said, he always got what he wanted. Just like he had gotten me.
When I turned my misty eyes toward him, I noticed his hands gripping the steering wheel had turned ghostly white. The veins on his neck and temples were visible. I swallowed hard. He could hurt me. He wasn’t
