Chapter Fifty-Two

Maree POV

“I am not coming with you, Lucian.”

The muscle in his jaw pulses as he growls,

“You have no choice, Maree; Isaac is our son.”

“Isaac is not my son Lucian; he is your son. There is no need for me to go with you.”

He growls, grabbing me by my arm and pulling me roughly against him as he sneers,

“Just remember you are fucking dispensable, Maree; if you don't come, I will reject you, and you can get the fuck off my territory.”

He laughs as he cups my face in his hand and slaps my cheek repeatably; it doesn't hurt; he means it as a warning. He moves his hand, gripping me under the chin, forcing me to look up at him as he sneers,

“You have one week to pack your shit; if you are not ready, I will drag you out of this fucking house by your hair and throw you in the fucking car myself.”

I sit in his office and bow my head, hiding the tears pooling in my eyes; my body trembles with fear; my life is falling apart. It's not fair; Lucian has never treated me like this. He can't find out