Ivy
Panic clung to me like a second skin, the kind that prickles with sweat and sends shivers down your spine. I stood there in the middle of our – no, his – lavish living room, my heart hammering against my ribs as if trying to break free.
A voice inside me screamed, 'Run, Ivy, run and don't look back.' But another, softer voice whispered, 'Stay. It's not all bad, is it?' The idea of fleeing from him was terrifying, but the thought of remaining caged within these opulent walls was suffocating.
Each breath felt like a betrayal of my desire for freedom, each heartbeat a reminder of the risk I'd take by leaving. Aidan, with his dark charm and dangerous connections, wasn't a man to cross. I knew too much, felt too much... If I ran, he'd find me. I just knew it.
But how much longer could I endure this twisted relationship of ours?
