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

his stuff, so their cleaning was limited to

mopping.

slippers, skincare stuff, books by the bed,

was just where

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

in this room

existence there.

long after I had finished

an inch, not wanting to

voice came through.

me up and heading

my tone

and started awkwardly, “The

in blood. I

to see a doctor. Maybe you could try

him.”

said

with them.”

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