CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
LANA’S POV
All the thoughts in my head were jumbled up as I tried to wrap my head around everything. Rose was never my enemy, Lily was. Nick was not a f*****g a blackmailer but Vincent was. Not just that, Andrew, Devon, and Vivian thought they were on a mission to save my son but actually they were walking to their death. I needed to warn them somehow but in my current position, I was not more helpless than a newborn baby. Sure, my legs weren’t tied but they were not of so much help when she was inches away from me.
“Can I at least go to the washroom?” I inquired. If she let me go to the washroom, then I could easily figure a way to get these f*****g tight ropes off my hands and get out of this house.
“Washroom? What do you think I’m? A f*****g kindergarten kid?
