Seven Minutes in Hell
"Angelina, don't go! I won't let you go unless I’m dead or you’re married to someone else!"
I ignored his pathetic screams. At the airport, my father’s private jet was already fueled up and waiting.
"Angelina, over here!"
I looked up to see my stepbrother, Damian. He pulled me into a warm, protective hug. "Is everything handled back there?"
"Yeah. It’s done."
"Good. Let’s go. I’ll show you the sunset in Miami. Our penthouse has the best view in the city."
Later, we stood on the roof of the hotel, watching the sky turn into a palette of fire and gold. Damian reached out and took my hand.
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