Astrid's gaze swept across her family, who were tied down to the ground, as their helpless eyes fixed on her.
She called out again, "Mr. Damon!" Her heart racing, she frantically sought the quickest escape route from the mansion.
Mr. Damon sneered, "Well, well, well. Isn't it the woman supposed to become my wife?" Astrid shifted back trying to run out but Mr. Damon got her.
"Get her!"He snarled, signaling for his men to capture her.
The men rushed towards Astrid, grabbing her and pulling her back into the living room despite her struggles. Her wrists were gripped tightly, her arms restrained.
Memories of the previous night's events flashed through her mind as she felt the ground beneath her, screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Let me go, you bastards!" she yelled, her voice hoarse from shouting.
"They took the money from you, not me! Why are you frustrating my life over your troubles?" she spat at them, her anger boiling over.
