Lena
"I'm not going in there."
My voice trembled as I stood infront of a giant door.
"You don't have a choice," my step-father retorted coldly. He turned the handle, pushed the door open and shoved me into the room. He had sold me to settle his debts, a deal that had been conducted without my agreement.
I stumbled into the room— dim, cold, and far too quiet. My stomach flipped. I’d never seen wealth like this. Marble floors, gold accents, thick velvet drapes. It looked like a palace, but felt like a prison.
Lucian Valeri stood near the fireplace, his back to me, one hand wrapped around a glass cup.
“Close the door.” His voice was calm and cruel.
I didn’t move.
“I said,” he turned slowly, “close the door.”
I shut it, my hands shaking. He walked toward me— tall, dark hair and eyes t
