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Mila stood in the middle of nowhere, her stomach twisted, her face set in a deep frown, and her mouth filled with cuss words for the whole world.

“Fucking asshole!” she growled, stomping down the road and shaking her head. “This has to be a joke. Ugh. Why is my fate so terrible?”

It was the perfect plan. Perfect.

All she had to do was buy a staff uniform, which she did, change into it after her stepbrother’s men escorted her to the changing room—which she did—and slip out of the room at the first chance she got—which, again, she did.

Outside the hotel, her best friend Lia was supposed to be waiting for her with a packed bag, a fake identity, and enough cash to get her to the destination she had planned.

Everything was going right. Everything.

Until the cab driver she had boarded for the airport turned out to be an asshole and started hitting on her. She told him—politely, at that—to mind his own fucking business. But maybe it was her tone or the fact that he was a drunk who took it as an invitation, because the next thing she knew, the driver was pulling over to the side of the highway.

At first, she thought he was going to hit her or, worse yet, force her. But to her surprise, his eyes widened when he saw the ring on her finger—a giant ring with a huge diamond and a band studded with more diamonds. She thought he would steal it—which would’ve been fine as long as she reached the airport—but the fucker surprised her yet again.

His face paled, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead in the fucking cold winter. He stared at the ring as if she were a ghost, then started stammering, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—”

Then, he gently tugged her and her bag out of the cab and took off without another word.

“What the hell is wrong with people?” she growled, staring at the taillights of the cab. “Fucking psycho.”

“Great, just fucking great,” she muttered, tugging her bag along the empty road. “First, my stepbrother’s men, now a psycho cab driver. What’s next? A fucking meteor shower?”

She shook her head, walking backwards and trying to hitch a ride, but none of the cars stopped, zipping past her as if she was nothing but dust discarded along the roads.

“Come on!” she shouted at the passing cars, her voice raw with anger. “Stop, you fucking idiots! Can’t you see I’m trying to get out of here?”

Glancing at the time, another growl rumbled at the back of her throat.