But Darius did not flinch. His eyes were cold and sharp, filled with something darker than hate. He pointed at me and said, “No. You’re not leaving me, Rosella. You will stay. You will raise Sasha’s child. You will stand by my side, no matter what.”
I shook my head, my chest rising and falling. “And if I refuse? What then? I filed the divorce, Darius. You can’t undo that.”
His silence was chilling. Slowly, he gave a cruel smile. “Then I have no other choice.”
He whistled sharply. The door opened, and his men filed in, no words spoken. My chest tightened with shock and confusion.
“Lock my wife up,” he ordered, as if this was perfectly normal. “Make sure she doesn’t escape.”
“What?!” I staggered back, stunned. “You would resort to this, Darius? Are you trying to make this worse?”
He grinned at me. Sasha was standing beside him, equally stunned. None of us expected this.
“Yes. If that means I can keep you beside me and stop you from divorcing me…” He signaled to the men who grabbed me by my arms. “Lock her up now.”
“Let me go! Desmond!” I shouted at the one man I trusted. He looked at me with guilt. “Desmond, please! Help me!”