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She pressed her back against the cold wall, trying to steady her racing thoughts. The man — the devil with countless bodyguards — wasn't just some stranger. Her father's whispered warnings came flooding back.
*"Never cross him. He makes deals that no one can refuse... but they always come with a price."*
Her dad had once been close to this man, caught in a web of promises and debts she barely understood. Was that why the man was here now? To collect on something her family owed? Or worse — to use her as leverage?
Her fingers clenched the note tightly. She couldn't let her sister see her fear. But inside, the cold grip of dread tightened.
She had to find out the truth. Before it was too late
Before she could even finish forming a plan, a cold fury flashed in his eyes. His patience snapped like a brittle twig. Suddenly, without warning, his large, rough hand shot out and gripped her neck with a firm, unyielding hold. Panic surged through her as she struggled to breathe, her heart pounding wildly. His grip was ironclad, leaving no room for resistance.
Before she could gather her strength or cry out for help, he hauled her up with terrifying ease, her feet barely touching the ground. The world seemed to spin, her senses overwhelmed by the force and suddenness of his actions. With a sharp, swift motion, he yanked her toward the waiting car. The leather door swung open, and without a hint of hesitation, he tossed her inside like a heavy bag, her body hitting the seat with a harsh thud.
The door slammed shut behind her, echoing like a final verdict. She sat there, gasping for air, heart racing in her chest, as the engine roared to life. The city lights outside blurred into streaks as the car sped off into the night, leaving behind the cold, empty street—and everything she thought she knew.