Princess’s POV
The car slowed down, and through my half-lidded eyes, I recognized the iron gates of the Stewart mansion. The sight should have comforted me, but instead, it made my stomach twist tighter.
“Wake up, Princess. We’re here.” His voice cut through the haze. Steady. Commanding. Parang siya ang may-ari ng bahay na inuuwian ko.
I rubbed my temples, forcing myself to sit straighter. “Don’t call me that,” I muttered, kahit alam kong wala na akong lakas makipagtalo.
Ezekiel didn’t answer. He stepped out, walked around, and opened the door for me. Nakakainis kasi automatic na bumaba ako, parang wala akong choice. My heels wobbled against the driveway, and before I could fall flat on my face, his hand shot out, steadying me again.
“Careful,” he murmured, his breath brushing near my
