Vincent's Chambers....
I stood there like a fool staring at Vincent sitting comfortably on his seat puffing his cigarette
“Rose,” he said, his voice low but steady, standing up from his seat. That smirk on his lips made my stomach twist. He walked toward me slowly, each step echoing in the silence of the room.
“You don’t have to be scared anymore,” he said softly. “You’re a Santoro now. No one will lay a finger on you.”
“But I don’t want to marry anyone…” I blurted out, my heart pounding so fast I thought it might burst.
The smile in his face vanished, his look turned cold.
“Rose, darling…” he murmured, setting his cigarette aside and taking a step closer. “I hope you haven’t forgotten that you reported Rafael to the police… twice.”
His words sliced through the air, sharp and hea
