Chapter 11. Lake house.

Saira's POV

I stared out of the window, my palms fisted tightly on my lap. To an onlooker I may come across as angry, which I am.

However the feeling predominant in my heart is fear, panic. I feel on verge of palpitation. We have been travelling for over two hours, stopping only once after getting coffee when Leonardo bought some burgers- on the go of course.

The incident of eight year ago kept flashing in my mind. That one fateful night when I lost everything-

No! Saira don't go there. You cannot afford to go weak now. You have a mad rich brat to fight against.

Few minutes later we approachd a huge gate. Even as this creep of a man on the driving seat slowe