HATE TO LOVE YOU
I warned in a low, menacing tone, pressing the knife against his throat.
"Someone's blackmailing me with personal photos of me and Amelia," he blurted out, freezing me in place. "What?" I asked, confusion washing over me as I tightened my grip on the knife.
"It's true! A few months back, someone sent me our private photos. They want to join the mafia alliance and are demanding 100 million dollars. If I don’t pay up, they’ll send the pictures to my dad and ruin my forced marriage," he explained, desperation in his voice. I released him, feeling the weight of his words.