Chapter 6

Snow was falling outside the mansion.

The cold wind howled.

I sat on the steps, my body naked beneath the blanket, shivering so hard my teeth chattered.

I was waiting for my fiancé to pick me up.

The lights were on in Damian's room on the second floor.

Through the thin curtains, his tall figure was faintly visible.

He stood there, watching me, unmoving, looking down.

His fingers seemed to be twirling a wisp of smoke.

I was numb with cold, my blood feeling like ice in my veins.

I curled up, eyes closed, refusing to show any weakness.

Damian was waiting for me to beg, I knew it.

His indifference that day was just a facade. He'd realized, belatedly, that I was truly leaving, and now felt the humiliation of his possession being claimed.

He was mercifully giving me a chance to regret.

If only I would turn back now.

A low rumble—the sound of tires on asphalt.

A black van pulled up to the mansion gates. Its paint was peeling, and one taillight was broken.

It was completely out of place against the backdrop of the luxurious, elegant mansion.

A man rushed out of the driver's seat, his face anxious.

The moment he saw me, his eyes reddened, pure anguish on his face, as if he might burst into tears.

"Seraphina!"

He rushed forward and embraced me, his hot tears soaking into my chest.

"I'm here. Don't be afraid. I'm here to pick you up.

"Let's go home."