89. Too Much

When we got home, Brenda went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. I settled on the couch, scrolling through the comments left by Ivan's fans. To my relief, they were finally believing me, and the revelation of Kelly had shifted the narrative. The hate was no longer directed at me; instead, it was aimed squarely at Mrs. Carlos and Nathaniel.

I sighed deeply, feeling the tension that had built up over the past few months begin to release. But just as I was starting to relax, a knock at the door broke the moment. I stood up, heading over to see who it was.

The instant I opened the door, a tall figure grabbed my wrist and yanked me forward. I barely had time to react before his hand was clamped over my mouth, muffling my screams. He dragged me toward a black SUV parked near Brenda’s apartment. Panic flooded me, and I struggled to free myself, but his grip was ironclad.

He shoved me into the back seat, where Nathaniel sat waiting with a sinister grin.

"If you only knew what you've done tod