Reborn Heiress: Escaping My Contract Marriage with the Cold CEO

GRACE WITHERSTONE

I had officially decided that if I survived this, I would make sure Robby and Bethany had lives worse than death. Also, I would wear fuzzy socks whenever I went to bed.

Whoever had tied the ropes had clearly never watched a single YouTube tutorial on proper kidnapping restraints.

Idiots.

I worked my wrists in slow, methodical circles, the fibers biting into my skin. The chair wobbled—one leg uneven, the metal rusted through. If I could just—

BOOM!

A distant explosion rocked the warehouse, the sound rolling through the cavernous space like thunder. I froze. The lights flickered, then died.

Darkness swallowed me whole.

For a heartbeat, silence. Then—

Screams.

Not mine. Not yet.