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 knew Bryant

so their

mopping.

moved. My slippers, skincare stuff, books by the bed,

was just where I

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bed, Bryant’s side, bore

room and hadn’t

existence there.

finished showering, there was a

I didn’t move an inch, not

came

heading for the

unexpected betrayal, my tone was

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

in blood. I just

to see a

him.”

I said firmly. “Or Teresa. He’s

with them.”

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