ack suits materialized at her side. "Escort my husband to the Presidenti

nothing in them. No love, no hi

be up shortly," she adde

, but their grip was like iron. Wesley ste

said, his voice laced with fals

d my head, but some of the liquid spille

aged to say to Nicole, the

Caleb. I own you. Now go be a go

lights blurred into long streaks. The guards started dragging me towards a private

a hundred thousand!" one

. I couldn't let this happen. I was

ft. He grunted in pain, his grip loosening for a fraction of a second. It was all I

ulder against it. It burst open into a dim, narrow corridor. I ran, my heart pounding agai

ugh it, landing on a plush carpet. The room was a private lounge, di

steady arms caught me. I looked up int

biggest rival. And the woman I had saved from a

ened in recognition, then narrowed w

ice a lifeline. "My God,

ay. Without a word, she dragged me fully into the ro