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.

The housekeepers

so their cleaning

mopping.

was ever moved. My slippers, skincare stuff, books

just where

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of the bed, Bryant’s side,

this room

existence there.

I had finished showering, there was a knock

I didn’t move an inch, not

voice came

and heading

my

seem to mind and started awkwardly,

blood. I just

bleeding. He refuses to see a doctor.

him.”

I said firmly. “Or Teresa.

with them.”

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