Without a word, he yanked the sheet from her body, forcing Selina to face him.
"Mr. Zane, what are you doing?" Her voice trembled, catching the sinister shadow in his features.
Zane didn't answer. He seized her hand in a bruising grip and hauled her up.
"You're hurting me. Let go," Selina whimpered, twisting her wrist in a futile attempt to free herself.
He dragged her swiftly from the master bedroom, her stumbling steps struggling to keep up, until they reached the entrance.
There, he swung the door open and hurled her outside.
She staggered on the threshold, eyes wide with shock.
"Who the fuck are you to make rules under my roof?" he growled, his voice a whip of fury that made her shoulders tremble.
"I didn't mean to piss you off. I was only feeling nauseous. The smoke—"
"Find your comfort here. Every disobedience gets its punishment." With that, he slammed the door shut in her face, the sound cracking through the air like a gunshot.
