The moon hung low in the sky, it was a full moon, it illuminates the path ahead as they pulled into the dark streets of Manhattan. A highbrough area in the city. The tension was palpable, almost electric, and Lucas could feel it seeping into the car's leather seats which engulfs the atmosphere.
In the back seat, Kiara Davis sat in silence, alot going through her mind, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't had envisioned her life turning out this way. A forced marriage to Mike Robinson—one of the most ruthless billionaires in New York—was not her idea of a bright future. She had always been the good granddaughter, dutifully listening to her grandparents and adhering to their wishes, but this felt different. It felt wrong.
