Two weeks had come to pass as Autumn was practically neglected in the underground level of the mansion Sutton now took prime ownership of. With Declan having lost his memory of who his heart truly belonged to, he had remained loyal to the woman he thought he loved. Due to this, Autumn was left in a room full of the bare essentials-meaning a blanket upon the floor and a bucket in the corner-leaving her to live as if she had been in a dungeon in medieval times. Of course, she was given food, but only what had been moldy or stale-leaving her with little to no appetite whatsoever. However, it seemed as if Sutton’s vile heart would not cease by what she was neglecting Autumn of, but also, what she would force her to witness.
“Aqui mismo…” She spoke to a woman who held a small velvet bag over
