Trapped in luxury

dimly lit room, the sile

or what felt like an eternity, with no

with sobs. She missed her freedom, her father, an

her passion. She loved nothing more than losin

eft with nothing

her friend, Helen. They had grown up together,

partner in crime, and her biggest supporter. But

shed she could turn back time and spend more moment

her father,he must be lonely in despair knowing that he had p

r hand, the smell of the paint, and the way

ight." It was a painting of a cityscape at dusk, w

that painting, and it had been her pride

a memory, locked away in her mi

ears as she thought about neve

a lavish dinner by the cook, a tim

, with multiple courses and dishes

ok in the feast. "This is too mu

Thompson's orders." Sophia tried to engage Emma in conversation, asking

e. Sophia sensed that Emma was afraid, not just o

had done to inspire suc

y dishes and prepared to leave, Sop

eyes darting nervously towards the door. "Yes

relaxed slightly, and she returned a

vanished, and she hastily withdrew her arm. "I s

feeling a pang of sympa

the mansion, and that Marcus's grip on those around

**

ng her escape for what

the staffs, trying to learn the layout of the

ested pads from one of the maids, cit

ught the pads to Sophia's room and, in her has

he quickly grabbed the pads and pretended to use them,

the room and into the long, dark hallway beyond. Her heart was pounding in her

when she was brought to the mansion, so she had no

oom after room, trying

dining room, and even a library, but no matter whe

tch on forever, and Sophia

any further, Sophia heard the sound of

st. Sophia's heart was racing as she ran into the

istening intently as the foots

calm herself down. She had to keep

urney, she suddenly heard the foot

been as quiet as she thought. Panic set in as she fr

and hurriedly skipped back into its depth

stening as the door to

erate, as if the person was searc

frozen in terror. She could feel her pulse racing throug

paring for the worst. But as she waited, she realized that

e door of the closet as she listened soon the footstep

he is sick or no

ers of fears ran th

sation on the p

t like an eternity, her muscles crampe

e other end of the line. He growled. "He's not getting out of jail unt

d to Marcus's conversation,Another v

crossed her mind as she let out a loud ga

her palm,too late ,the damage was

ight to the closet as he hear