Aliana’s POV

After dinner, I went straight to my room, shutting the door behind me as if I could lock out the weight of Freddy’s proposal.

I sank onto the edge of my bed, my fingers pressing into my temples.

He wanted me to marry him. Not for love. Not for romance. For control and his own lust.

I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. Could I really do this?

For so long, I had dreamed of getting my life back. The simple life I had before Robert, before Freddy, before I was pulled ...