"I will kill myself here and now!" She shrieked out as her chance of becoming free was slipping away. How could she have known her would change? How could she have known he would become too possessive?
"I don't think you have the guts to.. take her upstairs..."
The men nodded silently, holding her arms, and dragged her up the grand staircase. Shen Xuan's cries echoed behind her, but she didn't look back.
Her vision blurred with tears she no longer felt. Her chest felt empty, hollow, as though every last piece of her soul had been scooped out and discarded.
Yueyao's body trembled violently as the two tall men dragged her through the grand staircase.
The marble steps were cold beneath her bare feet, and each sharp edge cut into her aching soles.
Her fingers clawed uselessly at their sleeves, her nails scraping against the expensive wool fabric without leaving a mark.
