“Say I betrayed you if you want, call me what you will. But I need it to honor my grandfather. We were husband and wife—please, just this once, show me mercy.”
Perhaps my pitiful state touched the last shred of conscience in him.
Michael’s grip slackened a little, the savagery in his eyes fading.
But Olivia clutched her face, sobbing louder.
“Michael, my wrist—she scratched me. If you let her go, she’ll run to those so-called lovers and claim we abused her.”
“She says she’s going to honor her grandfather—why sneak around? For all we know, she’s using that as a cover for something shameful.”
Her words jolted Michael back.
His brief hesitation vanished. He yanked my hair again.
“Almost let you trick me, you bitch. You want to honor your grandfather? Fine. I’ll take you myself.”
He dragged my nearly naked body toward the garage.
I fought desperately.
Any one of my three cousins could end his life with ease.
It wasn’t pity for him—I just couldn’t let my cousins be dragged into his mess.
“Michael, I’m begging you. Don’t disturb my grandfather’s rest.”
