My Ex, My Ruin
omayozaActionSweet LoveContemporaryProtectivePossessiveVictimMisunderstandingSecret LoveDivorce
Elena's POV
Victor's driver navigated through Manhattan traffic with practiced ease. I sat in the back seat, Victor beside me, his hand possessively on my knee. Every time I tried to shift away, his grip tightened.
"Relax," he said, smiling. "You're going to see your brother. Isn't that what you wanted?"
I didn't answer. My mind was racing, trying to process everything that had just happened. Michael worked for Victor, every piece of "help," every bit of "intel," every concerned phone call is all manipulation.