Terrified, I looked down at my bare feet, stuck to the icy floor.
…
The cold wrapped around my limbs like vines. My teeth chattered, my voice shaking uncontrollably. “Daniel Miller, stop joking around… I can’t take it anymore.”
Leaning against the freezer frame, his profile hard as stone, Daniel’s tone carried no warmth. “Who’s joking with you? If you want to get out, walk out yourself—and kneel before Vivian to apologize. If she nods, I’ll let you out.”
Frantically, I pulled out my phone. The screen showed no signal bars. Vivian nestled in Daniel’s arms, smiling smugly yet innocently. “Emma Carter, don’t bother. The freezer blocks cell signals. Want to call for help? Unless you walk out yourself, it’s useless.”
“Daniel Miller!” I gripped my phone so tightly my nails dug into my palm. “I’m carrying your child! You can’t do this to me!”
He laughed coldly, sliding an arm around Vivian’s waist, his fingers brushing her flat stomach. “You think you’re the only one who can carry my child? Vivian has my baby too.”