Ada looked at the man, towering a head above her, his arms as thick as her thighs. Her body trembled slightly, but she felt a strange sense of safety.
He was fierce, but spoke little. At night, he gave her the bed and slept on the floor himself. He handed all his money to her and even left breakfast for her. These ordinary gestures might not have even made her blink in the past.
If not for the accident a year ago, she might have never crossed paths with Marcus Quinn. But now she had nothing; her father died, her fiancé found new love, and she couldn't return to Seacoast. If her ruthless relatives found out where she was, they would surely exploit her last ounce of value.
The more Ada thought about it, the more desolate she felt. The ivory tower her father built for her had collapsed, and she was no longer the Chase Family's rich young Miss.
Ada stared blankly, realizing that her life had veered off the broad road into a thorny cliff.
