Chapter 51: Whip her
On her way back to her room, Patricia couldn’t stop sighing, her mind racing with questions and spinning through one anxious thought after another. What was Roman planning? How exactly was he going to introduce her to everyone? She needed answers,but all she had was the gnawing uncertainty chewing away at her nerves.
"That’s her. Get her."
The command sliced through the air, sharp and unexpected. Patricia’s head snapped up, her frown deepening as two maids began striding toward her with purpose. At first, she assumed they were after someone else and turned to look behind her. But when she saw no one there, and noticed how their eyes were fixed on her, her pulse spiked.
"What do you want?" She asked, panic creeping into her voice.
But the maids said nothing. Before she could retreat, each one grabbed her by the arm. Patricia gasped and immediately began to fight back, struggling against their grip.
"Let me go!" She screamed, twisting and thrashing, but they held firm. The lead maid gave a subtle nod, and the two women began dragging Patricia down the hallway like she was nothing more than a piece of cargo.
"Where are you taking me?!" She shouted, digging her heels into the floor, her voice ringing with desperation. But the maids remained silent, their grip unrelenting as they hauled her forward, indifferent to her resistance.
Eventually, they reached a room. One of the maids flung open the door, and Patricia stumbled inside. It was a massive glass room, cold, elegant, and designed to intimidate. Her eyes darted around, taking in the faces gathered there. Her heart dropped.
At the center of the room sat her grandmother, the one they all called the old woman. Patricia’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes then swept across the room, catching sight of every familiar, unwelcome face.
Of course, she thought bitterly. She should have known. Only one group on this yacht would orchestrate something like this, her audacious, overbearing family.
"Ohh, Big Sis thinks she’s above us now that she’s married a very wealthy man," Clara sneered, her tone dripping with spite as she clung to her mother’s hand like a child seeking validation.