I had to admit power was quite the commodity. With just a few words from

Bryant, I realized I was well and truly trapped. If he wanted, he could have his

bodyguards form a literal wall around me, making it impossible for me to

leave.

Lips pursed, I decided to turn around, bypassing him with a cold demeanor,

and headed straight back to my room. And immediately, I locked the door

behind me.

So, he wanted to confine me there? Fine, let him. After all, I was just a loaf at

this point.

The Ferguson Mansion lacked nothing. It provided good food, fine wine, and

staff at beck and call. At most, I’d just wait out the cooling-off period for the

divorce, and I’d be free.

room remained untouched. The housekeepers knew

messing with his stuff, so their cleaning

mopping.

My slippers, skincare

was just where I

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half of the bed, Bryant’s side, bore the signs of recent

room and

existence there.

long after I had finished showering, there was

didn’t move an inch,

Gary’s voice came

me up and heading for the door.

my

didn’t seem to mind and started awkwardly, “The housekeepers

soaked in blood. I just checked on

refuses to see a doctor. Maybe you

him.”

it,” I said firmly. “Or

with them.”

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