Captive To The Ruthless Heirs
“Meet us at the front gates at five o’clock. Do not be late.”
They turned in unison and walked away, moving with that effortless, arrogant grace that only came from having far too much money and zero real consequences.
I sat alone in the library for a long time, staring blindly at my muddy backpack. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely zip the bag shut. Blackmail. They were actively blackmailing me over a stupid, embarrassing journal.
“Screw that,” I whispered fiercely into the empty room.
I wasn’t some helpless, tragic victim. I wasn’t going to just roll over and let three over-privileged psychopaths hold my entire life hostage. There were rules here. There was an administration. Th