Tricia's POV

Getting out of the house felt like freedom for me as I giggled. Morgan's face turned cold to me as he tightened his grip on me.

"Morgan, I have difficulty breathing," I complained.

"Like I care," he said as a jeep drove to us.

He opened the back door and shoved me in before walking to the front, beside the driver. My heart ached as I saw him sit. I questioned myself if he was the same person who behaved caring to me.

"Boss, is she the one?" I heard his driver ask, and he ...