ense silence. She retreated as far into the plush leather seat as she could

lpable entity that pressed in on them from all sides. He revved the engine aggr

d of heading back toward the familiar lights of Manhattan,

Cayla watched the road signs flash p

her stomach. "Where are you taking

on the steering wheel. "Your apartment is a security

d to face him. "You can't do that! I haven't p

elongings. They will be delivered to the house tomorrow morning." He paused, then delivered the final, crushing blow. "And

le of his control was breathtaking. He hadn't just married her; he had consumed her

arguing. There was no point in screaming. He had thought of everything. She was

tricately designed and impossibly high, blocked their path. They swung open silently, revealing a sprawling, fortress-like oceanfront estate. It was beautiful

veway and tossed the keys to a waiting va

reeze hit her face, whipping her hair around, b

with a sweeping staircase and a glittering chandelier. A man in a perfectly

aking it sound less like an introduction and more like the a

. "Mrs. Kensington is not to leave the estate grounds. Under any circumstances. She is not to have any v

butler, Alfred Price, replied,

rmy of maids and groundskeepers, subtly averted their eyes, pretending n

I have a crisis at the fund," he said,

another glance in her direction, leaving her standing a

the master suite. It was larger than her entire previous apartmen

ext to a custom mahogany wardrobe. The contrast was jarr

The physical and emotional exhaustion of the past two day

. The sharp, electronic sound was an

known number. But the snarky, vicious tone w

n't get lonely. Did he tell you Serena is

s she read the toxic words over and over again. So that was

up before she could e

gets the trust fund. A pretty littl

self-deprecating laugh. The tears finally came then, hot a

uilt for her. She wasn't just a placeholder. She was a prisoner, locked away so he could be free to welcome hi