Kimberly
I pressed my forehead against the cool glass of the window, watching the endless expanse of the garden stretch beyond the iron gates of Kendrick’s estate. Moonlight bathed the perfectly manicured hedges and winding stone paths, turning them into something almost serene. But I knew better. Beneath the beauty lay a trap — an unyielding cage of steel and stone, built to keep me in.
Escape was impossible. Everyone said so.
Still, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
The manor was a fortress, high walls, armed guards patrolling the perimeter, cameras watching every possible exit.
Even the staff who worked here were handpicked by Kendrick, loyal to him in ways money alone couldn’t buy. Trust was a currency I didn’t have, and every passing day felt like a tighter noose around my nec
