Christian Achestan's Point Of view.
Damn. That was unexpected. One moment everything seemed under control, and the next — chaos. I could not help but feel both amused, and sorry for Cherry at the same time. The way things were unfolding for her, it was like the universe had chosen her to be the center of its twisted joke, and I was both a part of it and the one pulling the strings.
I had not expected Cherilyn to show that kind of fierceness. Her face was now streaked with tears, and her lips quivered as she tried to control her sobs. She looked pathetic, utterly broken. Part of me wondered if I should help her, but the cold, hard truth settled in — she was my slave. Helping her would tarnish my reputation, especially with all the eyes watching me in this VIP lounge. No, I could not do t
