Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
He walks to a building a short distance away, takes a key from his pocket, and clicks on a remote that opens one of six garage doors. A sports car is parked inside. After yanking open the door on the passenger side, he dumps me on the seat and slams the door. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to still my trembling.
“Where are we going?” I ask when he gets inside.
His jaw locks as he starts the engine and pulls out of the garage with screeching tires before racing down a gravel road.
The speed at which he’s driving forces me to unwrap my arms from my middle and clutch the edges of my seat.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask again.
Staring straight ahead, he puts his foot down on the accelerator.
Wherever he’s taking me, it’s going to be bad.
“Tell me,” I say. “I have a right to know.”
He turns his head and fixes his black gaze on me for so long that I want to beg him to watch the road again. The look in his eyes is filled with so much loathing there’s no doubt about how much he despises me.
He changes gears and finally faces forward again. When he replies, his voice is devoid of emotion. “You’re not a wife or a lover to me. You’re nothing. Just a body to use. You don’t deserve to be a part of my life or to live in my house. You don’t deserve to breathe the same air they used to breathe.”
His words are designed to inflict hurt, and they do. My heart shrivels, everything inside me icing over. “What does that mean?” I add with stupid hope, “Are you letting me go?”
His hold tightens on the wheel as he maneuvers the car around a bend in the road. “Never.”
The momentum throws my body against the door. I cling to my seat. At the next straight stretch, I sit upright and exhale shakily. “Then what’s going to happen now?”
The moonlight draws deep shadows over his face. The harshness of his features seems to reflect what’s inside him. “You’re banished from my house, Sabella.” His sentence is a cold judgment that dooms me to a dark fate. “Forever.”
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~ TO BE CONTINUED ~