Chapter 3

A large, strong hand reached over and snatched the phone I was gripping tightly.

Alexander glanced at the screen, his brow barely furrowing.

He switched off my phone and tossed it aside onto the passenger seat.

His voice was icy, a tone that brooked no argument. "Don't contact Emily again."

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The car glided into an exclusive, heavily guarded hillside estate.

The wrought-iron gates slowly opened, and the car stopped in front of a brightly lit, private villa.

"Get out," he said, his voice curt.

I followed him into the villa like a puppet, moving on autopilot.

By the door,…