ORIA

rents again? Was I really going to have to live with this cruel stranger who seemed to want to make my life mis

ary with their dark, fancy suits and strong bodies. They wore dark sunglasses, which m

too tired and weak to keep going with my struggles. It wasn't working anyway. I sank back into the leather seat, trying to study thei

home six years ago, but I had forgotten what the world looked like. Ever since then,

elt dry, and I started to feel dizzy. Suddenly, a h

id he suddenly find his conscience? I l

ou should drink some water if you'

back. "Who do you think you are? What gives

the whole situation amusing. "I don't think you know

aid through gritted teeth. I really hated the way he called me "princess." It

t to keep my voice steady and strong. I was terrifie

d, his gaze shifting to look out the windo

Please, let me go. I want to go home. My mom will be worried

re the reason you're here, Victoria. They owe me a lot of money, and you are the guar

s he talking about? How could they

spered, unable to keep the tremor out of my

. "The sooner they pay, the sooner you can go home."

y thoughts spiraled. Had my parents known all this woul

y dress, pulling me back gently. I found myself leaning against a hard, muscular chest. His scent surrounded me, a mix of sandalwood

trembling. "W

voice of the driver,

nder his breath. "

darted around, and an idea struck me. I turned

me, suspiciou

car seat if you don't let me go," I sa

sighed. "Fine. But

ll restroom area at the back of the gas s

window. I climbed onto the toilet seat, pushed it open, and squeezed through, ignori

ground as I bolted across the parking lot. My heart

eard shouts. They

harp gasps. I didn't know where I w

y throat. But something crashed into me-no, someone. Strong arms wrapped aro

to a face-sharp jawline, intense eyes f

is voice rough with fear and fu

losing in. My last thought was of my mother'