You open your eyes and realize you’re tied to a wheelchair. Panic sets in as you glance around, searching for something to cut the rope. Then, you spot a knife near the kitchen counter.

Quickly, you move the wheels toward it, stretching as far as you can until your fingers wrap around the handle. With shaky hands, you cut through the ropes and stumble to your feet.

You run to the door—locked.

Desperation grows. You try breaking the window, but it doesn’t budge.

Then, you hear it.

The front door creaks open.

Your breath catches in your throat as he steps inside.

Grayson.

Your worst nightmare. Your obsessed enemy. The one who found out you had a boyfriend and decided to trap you here.

His dark eyes scan the room until they land on you—free. His expression twists with fury as he rushes toward you.

Without thinking, you grip the knife and thrust it into his stomach. He grunts in pain, but you don’t stop. You sprint for the door, screaming for help.

But before you can get far, strong arms yank you back.

A sharp pain explodes in your neck.

Darkness consumes you.

The last thing you hear is his low chuckle.

“Naughty little bird,” he murmurs, smirking as he lifts you into his arms and carries you back to the mansion.