Chapter 9

Georgina's body still trembled with the residual fear coursing through her veins, her senses on high alert. "Remember what I said about stubborn people?" his voice caressed her ear, carrying an underlying threat that sent a chill down her spine. She tried to steady her racing heart, but the unease lingered, like a persistent shadow in her mind. “He got what he deserved. If you don’t show them you mean business, they will never take you seriously”.

Marcelo's hand found its way to her waist, his touch both possessive and chillingly intimate. "You look stunning," he murmured, his words laced with a twisted admiration. A bitter irony settled upon Georgina's tongue as she reflected on how her beauty had become both her allure and her curse, a tool to wield power over her.

Without a choice, Georgina felt her arm seized and pulled, her movements guided by Marcelo's forceful grip. They proceeded towards his awaiting car, where Antonio dutifully opened the door. As they settled into the back s