Heather stood still by the large doors of the Dawson estate, her fingers resting near the handle. For days—no, weeks—she had been trapped in this mansion, subjected to Skye’s torment, mind games, and manipulations. Pero ngayon, parang nilalaro nito ang kanyang isip. "You’re free to leave, sweetheart," Skye had said earlier that morning, his voice annoyingly casual as he sipped his coffee. "Go anywhere you want." Hindi siya makapaniwala. "Ano?" "You heard me." He leaned back in his chair, smirking. "You’re not a prisoner, Heather. If you want to go out, be my guest." Her heart raced. This had to be a trick. Napatingin siya sa paligid, expecting to see some sort of trap. But nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Cautiously, she reached for the handle, twisted it—at hindi gaya ng dati, bumukas ito agad. Fresh air hit her face. She took a hesitant step outside, then another, until she was fully past the threshold. She was free. Or so she thought. A Bugatti was already wait
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