Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

My phone couldn't get any signal. I ended up acting like a blind moth and did everything I could to leave.

For example, I held my phone and moved around every corner of the room for a signal. I also tried ripping out the wires in my old bras to try to pick the lock. I even tried toppling heavy items to make loud noises and attract someone's attention. Still, I couldn't hear a single thing. My entire body instantly acted as though all the blood had been drained from it.

Slowly, I curled up into a ball. I stopped struggling and had, instead, chosen to conserve my energy. I had been forgotten.

Nicholas kept saying that I was the one who truly wanted that divorce, but he was equally eager for it. If that hadn't been the case, then he would have been worried and wondered where I went after he brought me over.

I had no idea how much time had passed before I heard something from the other side of the door.

The person was sneaky, but she was also deliberately making noises as though she was worried that I wouldn't know she was heading over. It was Claudia. A loud click came, and the electricity was cut off.

The lights in the room suddenly went off, and my surroundings turned pitch black instantly. The sound of slippers shuffling against the floor came through the gap under the door. When enshrouded in darkness, it sounded a little eerie. "Ariana," Claudia said my name softly. Her voice, coming from the darkness, gave me goosebumps.

I calmed myself down and replied, "Claudia, aren't tricks like these just a tad too shitty?"

"Well, it locked you up, didn't it?" said Claudia. A creepy laughter escaped her. "Ariana, you can't get a divorce from my brother, at least not while Jasmine is still in the country."

She

was no way to reason with a lunatic. I couldn't lie or anything at the time because I couldn't risk

happened to be a ridiculously obedient son, so Daniel was taking

a baby, then you can talk to him about it. Or maybe you can let me out and

said, "Nick won't listen

my heart to tremble. A voice in my heart kept repeating the same phrase, and

wants to

at moments like that, there was no worse news. With a bitter

to show any mercy. The problem was that it didn't matter how luxurious the place was when

I got a few pieces of clothes and wrapped myself up. Only my eyes and nose weren't covered. I was doing the

I did my best to

crowd had gathered by the door to the basement. Everyone had their attention on me and asked,

entire night putting back together. After that, I fainted

have the strength to explain anything to them anymore, so I closed my

when I heard a man's angry roar coming

he would not raise his voice even when he lost his temper. His fury was silent but deadly, and he would fire anyone he didn't like.