Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student
he whispers, his voice dark and menacing, “but they’ll never find her where I send her.”
I thrash against him, furious, terrified. “Fuck you!” I shout just as he slams my head against the lift wall, making my vision blur for a moment.
He leans in close again, his breath hot and mocking. “Remember Rose? You all thought she escaped, didn’t you? She failed me, and now no one has seen her since. I’m sure she’s loving her new life as a hidden little slave, worth every penny.”
My body goes cold. Rose didn’t escape? I thought she got away. I thought she was free. Wesley laughs, the sound sharp and cruel.