Chapter Nine.

Throes of Love

Chanel just got off the phone with Ian. He didn’t sound pissed or angry about the fight with Alfonso. He asked if she was okay. Most of all, he said he was never going to run away. He was going to be there for her. She liked that a lot, but she didn’t want him to die. She would be broken if he died.

Chanel knew what she had to do. Maybe if she married Alfonso, things would get a little better. There was no way she was going to let Ian die. He didn’t deserve it at all. She remembered what the officers said. There was no way she would come out of this on top. They were just too dirty and into the game. How sad.

Chanel was sitting on the bed when Maria informed her that breakfast was ready and she had a visitor. What? Who could be here to see her?

Chanel stared at her face in the mirror. She didn’t have any bruises on her face except the one that was already fading. She would hate to look like what Alfonso had called her. She needed to get herself a job. That would be some