Forced to be His

emember drifting off to sleep. When she finally woke up, the world outside was dull and blurry because of the th

r a second, she hoped it was someone offering her a way out of this mess. But it was the

tray with some food on the table. Mr. Blackwood said yo

ed hard. Rea

lt sorry for Emma. He didn't tell me, hon. But there's

wardrobe and opened it up. Inside, there was this dark green dress – nice and sleek, simple, but expensive. It wasn't

When she checked herself out in the mirror, she could barely recognize herself. The girl stari

was dressed perfectly. His sharp eyes looked her up and

she asked, trying to

oying half-smile that tol

went by in a blur as Emma stared out the tinted windows. Ea

as talking quietly, glasses were clinking, and people were doing deals while pretending to be n

was in his mid-50s, dressed really well, and had this fake c

ale, Damien said. Vict

e made herself smile polit

aid smoothly. Damien talk

ted that

to understand, discussing deals and stuff. Emma figured out pretty fast that she was just there a

her. You know, you're a lucky woman. A m

y. I'm starting to

f she wanted to leave. He just stood up, put his hand on

g as she could, but then she snapped. Was th

erything is a strategy, E

wn, she said, a

is grip was tight and wouldn't let go. No, you're my q

closed in around them. The feeling o