The room filled with their mocking laughter as his security team formed a circle around me, recording with their phones, ready to humiliate me online if I refused.
What they didn't know was that the last of my inheritance money had purchased a one-way ticket out of this nightmare.
This time, I wouldn't be coming back.
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Just as I reached the front gate, Alexander's voice cut through the night air.
"Lauren, give Victoria your medication. Her morning sickness is worse than your 'supposed heart condition."
My body went rigid with shock.
That medication was keeping me alive—the only treatment that worked for my rare condition after three years of searching for a viable option.
When I turned to face him, Alexander noticed my trembling hands but showed no compassion.
"What do you need it for anyway?" he asked coldly. "You've been faking symptoms for attention again, haven't you?"
How could he say that when just last week, I had collapsed in the bathroom, coughing up blood while he stood over me, photographing my suffering to document my theatrics as he called it?
With unsteady fingers, I removed the pill box from my purse and placed it in Victoria's outstretched hand.