Chapter 5

Miranda’s P.O.V

I’d made it down the first step of the grand staircase when I almost fell back due to a vice like grip wrapping around me wrist. I was yanked backwards and came face to face with the ugliest expression I had ever seen on Michael’s face. It was both frightening and murderous.

“Where the f—k do you think you’re going?” his voice erupted in an animalistic grumble. Camille came to stand beside him and eyed me warily, some sweat forming on her forehead. Scared huh? Well, you better be!

I attempted to remove my wrist from his hand but he wouldn’t budge. “Let me go right now, bastard!” I retorted acidly, my nostrils flaring with anger.

“Miranda, don’t be irrational. Let’s talk about this-,” Camille tried to pacify me, making me chuckle dryly.

I alternated my glare between the both of them. “Talk about what? What is there to talk about? Both of you leave me the hell alone right and let me do what I’m supposed to do. I cannot believe just how desperate and pathetic you both are