This turn of events was undoubtedly horrifying, both for the person she was now and the person she'd been in her past life.
From that day forward, Yates Donovan held her captive in his suburban villa.
She had no idea what was happening.
At first, she asked him naively, "I... I didn't do anything to her. Are you trying to get revenge on me for her?"
"Her?" The man leaned in from behind, his long fingers lazily hooking a strand of her hair and twirling it. "And who might 'she' be?"
"Se-Serena Grant. Your fiancée."
"Hmm?" The man drew closer from behind, his warm breath tickling her ear as he spoke.
Seeing her ears turn red, he chuckled and leaned in, his lips brushing against the blush. Then, in a whisper, as if sharing a secret, he said, "But aren't you my fiancée?"
"Are you kidding me? Our engagement is off!"
"But aren't you dying to be with me?" he demanded, grabbing her hand and forcefully interlocking their fingers.
