TWENTY SIX

When Mila opened her eyes, the room around her had turned brightly lit. Sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the roof with holes. Mila could hear the boisterous sound of birds chirping outside. They sing cheerfully, or even jump from one branch to another. In stark contrast to her very pitiful condition. She was tied to a chair, hair disheveled, skin covered in bruises from last night's accident, and the corner of her lip bleeding from the big damn big guy slapping her. This was the worst condition she had ever been in. In all the time she had lived with Hunter, she had never experienced this kind of tension. She lives like a princess. Wearing beautiful dresses, a car is always available twenty-four hours to take her anywhere, and a safe environment.

Yeah, but it's all bullshit. It was a charade created by the Louises to get their hands on her inheritance. Even though she didn't trust Ezra one hundred percent, but so far she had proven that Ezra's words were true. After she pro