Marshall guided me down the hallway, his hand warm and firm on the small of my back, the touch both possessive and strangely comforting. The corridor seemed to stretch on forever, each step making my heart beat faster. A mix of emotions swirled inside me—anger, fear, but also a reluctant acceptance. This was my reality now, and I had to survive it.
He finally stopped in front of a door at the end of the hall, pausing for a moment before pushing it open. The room that lay beyond was nothing short of opulent. A king-sized bed dominated the space, draped in silk sheets that shimmered under the soft lighting. To the side, a luxurious bathroom gleamed with marble fixtures, complete with a Jacuzzi tub that could easily fit two. A walk-in closet stood open, its racks filled with designer clothes
