nd Cole, Chloe was on the phone. Her

my discharge papers. Now. T

ady yanked from the back of her hand, leaving an angry purple bruise. No arguments, no p

two large suitcases and started packing. She took only what had been hers before she met him: her clothes, her books, her lapt

he bin. Then, with a sharp exhale, she lifted the lid, reached inside, and pulled out the small velvet box. She opened it, looked at the ring one last time, and slipped it

look around the lavish space, this beautiful prison.

or. "Are you sure about this, Chloe?

ched the city lights slide past the

strange pull. "Take a detour. Drive p

windows of the penthouse. They were dark. An u

self. She'll cool off. She'll be back

told the driver to head to the h