Inside the restroom…
Riya collapsed to the cold floor, gripping the rim of the toilet as waves of nausea overtook her. Her body trembled, convulsing as she emptied the contents of her stomach.
The bitter taste, the suffocating humiliation—it all became too much. She had done what he ordered, afraid of the consequences if she refused. But she couldn't hold it in.
"I can't take this anymore," she whispered through her sobs, her shoulders shaking. "He is breaking me, piece by piece."
Yet despite everything, she felt trapped. Zachary held too many of her secrets. And worse, she still needed his help to deal with Zara.
"Once Zara is out of the picture, I'll find a way to get rid of him too," she muttered, wiping her tears. "But for now, I have no choice but to endure him."
When she finally emerged from the restroom, still pale and shaken, she found Zachary waiting. He was leaning casually against the wall, a cigar between his fingers, watching her with unreadable eyes.
