Chapter 3

I stormed over, grabbed Sarah by the hair, dragged her out, and threw her to the floor.

She screamed, landing next to the coffee table. Her glass hit the floor and shattered, glass shards scattered everywhere.

Everyone froze.

The next second, my wrist was seized in a tight grip.

It hurt so much, like my bones were about to break.

"Kayla, what the hell are you doing?" Anthony's voice was icy cold.

He frowned, his eyes flashing with disgust and blame.

I tried to break free, but he was way too strong. His grip was so tight that it felt…