JULIET'S POV
I've lived my whole childhood thinking my father is dead, "My father is alive." I whispered to myself, my voice etched with joyous smiles, as a new set of hope washed over me like a plague.
I'll let the wind blow me away if the only choice I have is to bend to his heart's desire. My heart desires freedom, yet I'm trapped, living in his b*****e—a sophisticated prison, where the only chains are his rules, and the only shackle is his control. No mobile phone, no telecom, no connection to the outside world. Just me, him, and the suffocating silence of his stray dogs.
"Ha-ha-ha." I laughed, my voice low yet firm, "I would have to play along for as long as I could to get the right information from him." I declared sharply,
As I lay down flat like a plank on the giant bed, facin
