Chapter Forty-six

As soon as Andrea walked into the house, the first thing and the first place he thought of was the room Elena was kept. Throughout his time outside, he had been thinking of her, wondering what she thought about all of this. He had no doubt that she must hate him now considering that he had kept her away from her family, against her will and he had indirectly squashed her happiness. It was one thing to be free and to live the life that you want and it was another thing to be caged in a place you don't want to be.

Ever since he had kept her away, he had received calls from her father and the only thing he had told him was that she was in good hands.

''Damn!'' he murmured, walking further into the mansion.

He loosened his tie, dumping it on the large couch where the maid will sort it out later before walking towards the door. He stood still when he saw the door open. A sinking feeling washed over his entire persona and in a few minutes, his face was clouded with rage.

''What is the mean