Stephen retained some composure but looked grim as he snarled, "If anything happens to Jasmin, I won’t let you off!"
Grabbing Sheena’s wrist, he dragged her along to Jasmin’s room.
By the time they arrived, Sheena’s wrist was red and swollen from his grip. Just as she tried to rub it, she noticed someone familiar—Travis, her childhood friend and fiancé.
The Brooks and Flores families had been close for generations, and their arranged marriage had been decided long ago.
Travis had grown up with her, and during her years in the countryside, he had been her constant companion and support. Without him, she might never have made it through.
Travis used to say, "To me, Sheena will always be the most important person. No one can compare."
"Your parents abandoned you in such a place, and your brother didn’t even visit you once. They’ll regret it someday!"
"Don’t be sad, Sheena. When you marry me, I’ll make you the happiest little princess in the world!"
At that time, Sheena had developed a deep-seated fear that Jasmin would take everyone important to her. Clinging to Travis like a lifeline, she begged, "Then swear to me—you’re never allowed to see Jasmin again!"