Chapter Forty-Five
The silence in the office was almost unbearable. The door closed behind Stefan with a soft click, and I was left standing alone in the vast room, still reeling from the weight of his words. You’re mine. I could almost hear his voice in my head, a taunting echo that gnawed at the edges of my mind. I had to be strong. I had to find a way out, or at least, a way to regain control of my life. But with each passing day, it felt as though the walls around me grew higher, tighter, suffocating me until I couldn’t breathe.
I stood frozen in place, my hands clenched at my sides, my thoughts a chaotic jumble. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I couldn’t believe that this man—this ruthless billionaire who held the power to break me—had just walked out of that door, leaving me to pick up the shattered pieces of whatever hope I had left.
I had known from the start that Stefan was dangerous. That he wasn’t a man who played by the rules. But the realization that I was now
