The Hidden Heiress's Revenge
Goosebumps prickled down my arms.
Selena, turn back. You’ve seen enough, I told myself.
But my legs betrayed me. One step. Then another. The sound was coming from the far side of the estate, where old stables and storage units stood abandoned.
I found myself at the edge of a hidden cellar, its wooden door slightly ajar.
I crept closer. The sound grew louder.
And then I saw it, through a small iron-grated hole carved into the stone wall. A man, tied to a heavy chair with thick restraints, shivering violently. His eyes were wild, his teeth clenched, sweat pouring down his temples as he thrashed against his binds.