Chapter 71: Proof of Paternity
Katrina’s POV
My throat was sore and my voice hoarse from screaming. I banged on the locked door one more time. It would not budge. I was panting. I tossed the pitcher of water across the room sending drenching the rug near the bet. I sent the platter of cheese and wine flying causing red to splatter across the bed. I screamed again in rage but my voice had really lost its power. I clutched my throat. If that slime-ball thought I would marry him he was sadly mistaken.
I had been in this luxurious bedroom locked up for hours and hours. There were no windows. I was unsure of the passing of time. I was like a rare bird in a golden cage. The door clicked. It opened slowly. Lane, my purchaser, was standing there with a sly gleeful smile and a gleam in his eyes
