Tiffany’s pov

“What are we doing here Stefano?”

He had stomped into the room he kept me,blind folded me, tied my hands to the back and led me out. We’d gotten into a car and driven a very long distance that I started wondering if this was this, if that would be my end.

Maybe my father had refused to pay the ransom, and they were taking me somewhere really far, to kill me and dump my body.

But now we’re in a cabin. It’s small and surprisingly comfy, it’s surprisingly cleans and smells of fresh grass.

“What are we doing here Stefano?” I asked again, I don’t get it, why did he have to change location. “What’s going on?”

He shrugged. “I don’t owe you any explanation princess but I’ll tell you,”

I notice he doesn’t call me by my name at all, he’s officially turned my name to princess, a stuck-up princess.

“Your father’s men found the previous hideout and so did your boyfriend”

My boyfriend? What boyfriend?

“Mark” he added for clarity

I blush instantly unconsciously, “he’s not my boyfriend” I respond.

Bu