Chapter 11 : Their father

Melissa’s POV

After Knox left, I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Dylan sleep while Tyler played with his hand.

The events of the day kept replaying in my mind, and my thoughts kept returning to Knox and the huge mess he had put me in.

This house was very lavish and comfortable, yes, but it felt more like a golden prison to me.

My heart began to ache at the thought of being here for longer than 24 hours. I didn’t want to be here. I never wanted to ever come back here.

I just want to be back home with my Sam.

A sharp knock on the door suddenly interrupted my thoughts.

I quickly glanced at the boys to make sure they were still resting before answering the door.

“Come in,” I called out softly.

The door opened and a woman in a neat maid’s uniform stepped inside.

Her hair was pulled back in a sleek bun and her face was completely stoic, like she didn’t know the meaning of a smile.

She had an arrogant air about her and I noticed her eyes looking me up and down with a light frown that se