CHAPTER 39

Angelina's POV

I woke up in my bed.

Thankfully I still had a bed.

I don't think I was able to get up from the floor yesterday after I passed out. I actually passed out.

I didn't want to move.

I didn't want to breathe.

I didn't want to go back to the person who broke my jaw with a simple slap.

Thinking of the way he had hit me made my heart ache in a way I had never thought possible.

"You okay?"

I turned around in alarm and looked at the other person that was obviously in the room. I hadn't even noticed that someone else was in the room.

On a chair beside my bed sat someone, memory served me well at this moment and I remembered his name.

Marco.

Winston's lackey.

The way he looked at me with pity in his eyes, the way he looked at me like I was something fragile that should be cherished, I didn't know when the tears started coming out again but they did.

I started crying yet again and I felt like my heart would stop beating from the pain.

Why the hell did he choose me?

Why did he have to