Guarding Her Secret Winning His Heart Chinese Drama

The expensive leather of the car seat felt cold against my skin. My fiancé, Mark, was driving, his hand holding mine tightly, his warm smile promising safety.

In the passenger seat, Chloe Davis beamed, "Almost there, Ava. You' re going to love the surprise."

"Something even better," Mark said, squeezing my hand. "A final getaway before we' re officially Mr. and Mrs. Stevens. Just for us."

But the car slowed, turning onto a gravel road. The city disappeared, replaced by dry fields and a high fence topped with barbed wire.

A heavy iron gate blocked the road, guarded by two men with rifles. My smile faded. "Mark, where are we?"

The car stopped. The engine cut out, and silence was sudden and heavy. Mark let go of my hand, his own sweating. He wouldn' t look at me.

"I' m sorry, Ava." He finally turned, but the warmth was gone from his eyes. It was replaced by something cold.

Chloe turned, her sweet smile twisted into a sneer. "He' s not sorry. Not really."

A guard grabbed my arm, his grip like iron. "Mark, what is this? Help me!" I screamed, my eyes locked on his. He just looked away, his face pale.

The gravel bit into my knees as I stumbled and fell. I looked up at the compound beyond the gate, the concrete buildings.