~Adeline~

I'm standing there, water trickling down onto the floor, the towel hugged like a shield across my chest. Ronan's eyes are burning holes into mine, the flat, fatal voice heavy in the silence like a threat.

"And who was it that decided to book a flight?" The question sets off a fire within me—a spark of defiance that's been building for a long time. I've been treated as a doormat, bought and sold as some kind of chattel. But no longer. I'm having their baby. But they can’t own ...