“It is too late, Lucien. I can’t run away from him. I can’t hide from him. I have to live with him, Lucien. It is my fate.” Meesha Kyle said in a suppressed voice. Her words were heavy and broken but piercing Lucien Taylor’s heart into pieces.
“Meesha… Meesha… Oh, how do I explain it to you? He is not right for you.” Lucien Taylor frowned and was irritated due to panic. She was making a big mistake in her life by choosing Myron Gray.
“He is beating you every day. Look at your pale face. You are thinner than before and your body is covered with bruises. How can you live in such an atmosphere?”
He held her trembling shoulders tightly and looked into her swollen red eyes.
“Meesha, I can’t let you die daily with him. Come with me. I will protect you; I will give you a home filled with love
