The confrontation

Without a word, he grasped her hand and pulled her close, a mixture of anger and frustration etched on his face as he gazed into her soul.

She struggled against his hold, but he only tightened his grip, his eyes burning with fury.

"You think you can escape me?" He grunted, his fury evident.

"Let me go!" She choked, tears welling in her eyes.

"Never! I'll never let you go, Charlotte. I'll make your life, and your father's, a living hell if you try to escape," he growled.

Her eyes widened in shock at the mention of her father. "What? My father?"

"Yes, I'll kill him if you dare try to leave. I know everything about you, Charlotte. Do you think you can just resign and disappear? Foolish bitch!" He yanked her hair, his rage escalating.

"You lied to me, thinking you could make a fool out of me? I saw you with that slut Ella. I followed you to the club and saw you both together. After all, she denied knowing you," he seethed, his face contorted in fury.

"Who do you think you are? That I have