"I know you're still in Luton. Your passport is with me." Anne was taken aback and asked, "My passport is with you?" "Yeah, I couldn't reach you, so I went to your hotel. How could you leave your passport at the cheap hotel? It's not safe. I checked out for you. Come stay with me." Anne could not go back to the hotel even if she wanted to. She could not get away from Anthony's control. "Aunt, I'm not coming over yet. I will stay with my friend for a few days. I will come to get my passport before leaving," Anne replied. "You haven't been back for so many years. Who's your friend?" Sarah asked. "Someone from high school…" Anne tried to make it sound convincing. "I know you're on bad terms with Anthony. However, it's been many years now, and you have nothing to do with him. Don't take it too seriously." Anne felt ironic. They had nothing to do with one another? So why was she here… "Come to my place. It's been so many years. I have many things to tell you," Sarah said.
Anthony forcefully grabbed her shoulders and pushed her… "Argh!" Anne slammed into the table, causing two glasses to fall onto the floor. The liquid in one of the glasses splashed onto her face and damped her hair. Anthony sat on the sofa lazily with his legs crossed as he watched Anne coldly and gloomily. Mr. Pat managed to please Anthony by offering to pour him a drink. "Mr. Marwood, please have a drink." "Not you!" Anthony demanded coldly. Mr. Pat's hands hovered before he understood. He handed Anne the wine bottle. Anne was still shivering as if she was soaked in iced cold water. She knew Anthony intended to humiliate her. If she disobeyed, she would never be able to leave this room. Thinking of her three innocent and adorable kids abroad, Anne swallowed her pride and stretched out her shaking hand to accept the wine bottle to pour the drink. Anthony picked up the glass and took a sip while keeping his eyes fixed on Anne. "May… may I leave now?" Anne asked i
Anne felt chills all over. "Anne? Why are you asking about this?" Sarah asked when Anne kept silent. Anne tried her best to control her shaky voice and answered, "No… nothing. Just curious…""When are you coming back? I will cook for you!" "Not so soon. I will call you when I do." "Alright, I'm waiting for you." After hanging up, Anne turned pale as she sat on the toilet seat listlessly. She thought Anthony was just wealthy. She did not expect him to have so much power in Luton! No, even so, she still had to run away! Once she was out of Luton, Anthony would never find her. She could ask her aunt to bring her passport to the airport. Once she got out of the Royal Mansion and The Curve… But how… During dinner two days later, Anne sat at the table and glanced at the dishes. She took a bite of the bread and reached out for the salad. She took a sniff, and the vague aroma of seafood brought fear to her. Her hand was shaking. However, she forced it into her mouth,
Sarah was waiting not far from the security check. She had no idea why Anne was in such a hurry. Half an hour later, she saw someone running toward her. Anne caught her breath and said, "Aunt, give me the ticket!" She took the passport and ticket from her aunt. "What happened? Are you okay?" Sarah asked. If she said nothing was wrong, she must be lying. "My teacher wants me back right away. I don't know what's wrong, but it's quite urgent." Anne had her excuse ready. At her current age, she would still be in college if she did not have to leave college due to pregnancy. The reason was logical, but Sarah couldn’t bear to see her leave. She pulled on her hand and said, "Anne, after you came back, you only showed up for a while at the party before leaving. You stayed with your friend, and now you're in a rush to go back. You've only spoken a few words with me. After you leave now, when will I get to see you again? Don't you miss me?" Anne felt guilty. She had not been ba
"This way, you won't get lost in the future." Anthony leaned closer to the glass. His eyes were eerie, like a demon's. "No…no…I can't die…" Anne fell on the floor listlessly. The temperature forced her to lean against the glass door as if trying to grasp for the fresh air from the outside. "Let go of me…I can't die…I have tried to get out of your sight. Why did you bring me back…" Her words had no effect. She looked up to see Anthony's dark and demon-like eyes staring down at her as though trying to kill her! Anne clung to her chest in pain as her tears fell. "No…I promise you never to run away again. I won't run away. Let me out…I don't want to die, I won't try to run again…" With that said, she fell on the floor due to the lack of air. Her vision was turning blurry, but the tall and black figure outside the glass door was still as clear as day like a demon struck into her weakened consciousness. When the black shadow took over her entire vision, she fainted with tears st
The bathroom door was opened without warning. Anne, who was inside, froze. She watched the intimidating man, who suddenly appeared, nervously. Anthony glared at her and said, "You locked the door on my property? Who gave you the permission?"Anne was unable to refute it. This was indeed not her room. The Curve, including herself now, belonged to Anthony. However, she could not tell him why she locked the door. "I'm… scared…" Anne said weakly. Anthony fixed his sharp gaze on her phone and ordered, "Give it to me." Anne realized what he was after, and she tightened her grip on the phone. She did not expect Anthony to come at this hour. She was unprepared… "Don't make me repeat myself!" Anthony's aggressive voice resonated in the bathroom. Anne was fearful. She dared not wait any longer and had no choice but to hand out her phone. When Anthony got hold of her phone, her heart quickened uncontrollably. She was afraid that he might find out her secret… When Anthony
Anne flushed. She knew that was Anthony's aim: to humiliate her! However, this was probably not the worse part. As expected, Lennon's face changed. "What does he mean?" "Is this your new client? No wonder I haven't seen you for so long. Is he paying more than I do?" The man continued humiliating her by saying, "Tell me, how much is he paying? I'll double it." Anne glanced upstairs again. Anthony was still there with a wine glass in hand as he looked down amusingly. "Is he serious?" Lennon changed his attitude toward her. "Could it be fake? If you don't believe me, you may ask around the people here. I'm telling the truth." With that said, the man pulled over a bartender and pointed at Anne. "Do you know her?" "Yes, I do. One of our customers' favorites," The bartender replied. He then pulled over another bartender, and he said the same thing. Anne looked around at the customers and bartenders here. They were either doing their things or looking at her nonchalantly. T
Anthony was not trying to murder the man. He was merely making an example of her! Anne stood by the roadside, and she looked ahead with blurry vision. When a taxi drove past and dropped off a passenger, Anne went in without hesitation. After the door was shut, she quickly told the driver, "To the police station." The driver ignited the engine and started driving. Anne's hands on her knees were shaking. She wanted to seek protection. Even if she could not leave Luton, she had to expose Anthony's cruelty at least. The taxi pulled over in front of the police station, and Anne rushed out. The police station was still lit up as they were working overtime. Nobody seemed to have noticed her as she went in, even though she looked like a lost deer in the woods. Anne walked over to the office by the side, and she looked around instinctively. A moment later, she halted as her eyes were fixed on a certificate on the wall with a sharp red stamp. What caught her attention was the