I stumbled upon a text from Daniela, inviting him to a hotel. And once more, I found myself saying, "I'm truly sorry for invading your privacy..."
With blood in my mouth and pain in my bones, I straightened up, resigned.
Bowing 180 degrees to Daniela, I offered three deep apologies.
Then I looked at Michael with cold, empty eyes.
“Is that enough?” I quietly asked.
His chest rose sharply, eyes fixed on the blood at the corner of my lips.
“Ashlyn,” he sneered, “Your precious old man isn't here to protect you anymore. Who are you pretending to be so pitiful for?”
Before I could answer, the family doctor arrived.
Brushing past me like I didn’t exist, Michael led him straight to Daniela’s side.
While Michael’s world revolved entirely around Daniela, I walked swiftly out the door.
I had barely stepped outside the villa when—a car horn sounded twice.
Beep—beep!
I saw a silver sedan parked just beyond the iron gate and quickened my pace, hope rising in my chest.
But before the gate could open, two bodyguards emerged from the shadows.
They grabbed me roughly and dragged me back into the villa.
Inside the study, Michael had me tightly bound, arms restrained behind my back.