ELLA
I woke up in a room that screamed luxury, sunlight peeking through heavy, expensive-looking curtains.
Everything about the place felt like it belonged to someone else, someone who mattered. Not me. I was just a slave, stripped of freedom, with no idea what fate awaited me.
The memory of last night burned fresh in my mind. Getting someone that aroused only to throw them out?
That was cruel even for him. I hated Adrian so much it physically hurt.
I sat up slowly, thoughts drifting to my grandparents.
Were they worried about me?
Or were they the reason I was here? That man said I was here because of them.
What the hell did that mean? Maybe I should’ve listened to them and never left. But if they really cared, why did they lie to me all my life?
Bastards.
I dragged myself in
