“Let go of me!” she screamed.
Daniella struggled under the hands of Damien tigthened grip on her wrist.
Tripping and stumbling over her feet as he dragged her across to where a limousine parked at the front of her house, surrounded by tens of bodyguards.
“Stop,” she yelled furiously.
“Let go!”
“Daniella, be quiet,” he snarled.
He roughly pulled her along until the reached the door of the limousine where the guards stood by cautiously.
“Get in,” he commanded, opening the door and gesturing for her to get inside the car.
“What?” she asked weirded out.
“Get in yourself!”
“You have no rights to refuse unless you want to see your family on the streets,” he glared.
Daniella flinched, tempted by his threat. However, she figured he was just bluffing.
He wouldn’t actually do that to the
