Brandon’s eyes flashed. He stepped into my space, backing me up against the entryway wall. A dark, arrogant grin spread across his face.
“No,” he whispered, his voice dripping with toxic confidence. “You can never replace me. You’re mine.”
He grabbed my wrist. “And you’re coming home.”
“If you don’t come willingly,” he added, his voice dropping into a lethal threat, “I will force you. And I will make sure your mother’s hospital funding is cut today. She will die, Victoria.”
I stared at him. He was using a dead woman to blackmail me. He didn’t even bother checking if she was still alive?
I wanted to scream, to spit in his face. But fighting him now would only complicate my escape.
I let out a heavy sigh, dropping my shoulders. “Fine.”
I grabbed my suitcase and followed him to his car. The ride back to the sprawling Sterling estate was silent.
When we finally walked through the grand double doors, Brandon turned to me, his authority restored.
“You’re going to stay here until we get married again,” he ordered.
I looked around the empty foyer. “What about you? Are you going back to Paula?”