Prologue
Prologue
I thought I was free from his cage.
I was running down the street, looking for any kind of shelter, but I couldn't find anything because it was very late. I kept running. To make things worse, it started raining, and I was drenched. My clothes clung to my skin, but I didn't stop.
Suddenly, a car appeared in front of me. I knew whose car it was. I tried to escape by running sideways, but two more cars blocked me on either side, and another came up behind me.
I was now trapped between four cars.
A bunch of guards stepped out of three of them. From the fourth car, He emerged.
"Here comes the devil," my mind whispered.
I was scared of him, but I couldn't let it show.
He walked over to me, wrapped his coat around my shoulders, and said,
"You'll catch a cold if you stay in the rain too long."
My eyes snapped to his. His gaze was calm and composed, as if he weren't angry that I had left home. It was nothing like the fury he used to show—throwing things around in rage.
"Let's go," he said, breaking me out of my thoughts.
My mind screamed, "Yeah, right. I've been running from you just to hear 'let's go'? Are you crazy or what?"
He reached for my hand. I slowly pulled it away and said,
I don't want to go. I want to enjoy it ."
I lied.
But he didn't say anything. Instead, he effortlessly lifted me in bridal style.
Startled, I instinctively grabbed his shoulders to keep my balance and began pleading.
"Zayn, please don't do anything. I just wanted to get out and enjoy—away from that suffocating mansion of yours."
"Ours,"he growled.
"OUR MANSION."
I said nothing.
He knew I was lying about wanting to "enjoy," but he didn't call me out on it.
After walking a short distance, he placed me in the passenger seat, went around to the driver's side, got in, and started the car. His guards followed behind us.
Inside the car, the silence was thick—suffocating.
He had been holding back his anger ever since he saw me drenched in the rain.
That day, I regretted ever meeting him.
I wish I hadn't come here.
