The Heiress Escape

is hand was like iron, unyielding. "You're hurting me, Charles!" she protested, her voice shaking, but he didn't

into the driver's seat. The engine roared to life, and the car shot forward, the tension inside suffoc

as out of the car. He yanked her wrist again, dragging her toward the house. Suzanne tr

ed looks of his mother and sister, who wer

, not even sparing a glance at his family, and stormed up the stairs, taking two at a time. Suzann

d, his voice harsh, be

the bed, trembling, unsur

ng to form a response, but the words seemed stuck in her throat. She stuttered, but before she could explai

n. He's changed again. She could feel it now mo

His hand shot out with a sickening crack, landing hard against her cheek. Suzanne's face jerked to the side, the

of it, the tears falling freely. "You're nothing but a dis

ustration. "I can't deal with this," he muttered, before storming out of the room. The sound of the

ings had gotten so bad. His words replayed in her mind, You're nothing but a

ne curled into herself, crying quietly in the dark, knowing he

hed her doorstep, he could feel the weight of his emotions bearing down on him. Sarah opened

ing up at him with concern. "W

, his jaw clenched, and sat down on the bed. His hand

. As she poured it, she glanced over at him, waiting for him to speak. He

cessed his words. But she didn't let it show. She cont

ned against the wall, studying

The way she looked at him... I can feel it. Something's

sion unreadable. "Is that just how

e rising. "I saw them tog

y. "Why are you even worried abo

the reality of Sarah's words hit him harder than he expected. The question echoed in his mind, and he couldn't b

her voice calm but pointed. She watch

one suddenly shifting, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. "I'm the only one who gets to b

kiss, urgent and possessive. The kiss deepened as he guided her back toward the bed, his hands gripping her tightly. The an