"Imperial Concubine, you've got it wrong. I'm not the one who kidnapped you. It was the Second Highness who had you tied up and brought here. Did you lose your memory again? And another thing, we have a score to settle! You're the woman Yuri Sinclair loves most. For you, he trampled all over my heart. I hate you. I wish you were dead!"
Sylvia Young's face twisted into a ferocious snarl, her smile like that of a fanged ghoul.
'I'm done for. It's over,' Ashley Bowen thought frantically. 'I'm a dead woman.' She was filled with regret. How could she have been so careless? Why did she go out on her own without any bodyguards?
As she'd feared, the freedom she craved was just an illusion. For someone of her status, going anywhere without protection meant courting disaster.
