“Welcome to my hell, honey,” he whispered, his sinister smile making Elara shudder.
“Stay away from me,” she hissed.
Charles scoffed, smoothing her hair with his hand as he smiled like an innocent gentleman. It was the same smile she was familiar with, the one that had once made her think he was a good guy—a sweet, innocent soul.
“You still don’t get your situation, honey, or are you playing dumb like an i***t?” He smirked, his gaze pinning her down. Her body trembled under his scrutiny, but she knew better than to show weakness to the devil standing before her.
The atmosphere in the dimly lit room was suffocating. Elara’s heart pounded, her mind racing to make sense of her new reality. She had known Charles was capable of cruelty for selling her out, but this? This was beyond anything
