"Vicky, are you mistaken about something?" Tyler drawled, each word as frosty as a blade of ice. "You were the one who ran away with Sebastian Mills while I was on a business trip. You brought this onto yourself."
Her breath caught in her throat. "This is your way of retaliating?"
"I won't call it retaliation," he said casually. "I just mean to teach you a lesson so you remember the consequences of running away, so that you won't run again." He stared at her fluttering eyelashes and said, "This is the price you need to pay."
Vicky had thought that he was pretending to be calm, but he sounded so righteous that she realized he thought that all the things he had done were for good reasons.
She opened her mouth to speak but realized she no longer dared to run.
She developed a fear of the darkness and strange, unfamiliar environment, and Tyler's presence imprinted a sense of security within her.
Tears welled in her eyes. "So you know about my plan to leave all along?"
"Yes."
"You we
