Page 123 of Cruel Riches

Despite my attempt to keep my emotions at bay, a strangled sob escaped from my mouth. Why was I so stupid and blind when it came to this man? Why did I keep letting him play with my mind like this?

He held my phone up and typed out a new message to Laurel. Yes, typo. I was talking about the philosophy section of the critical thinking stuff and it autocorrected to psych. Lol. Anyway, don’t worry about it – I just figured out the stuff that was confusing me!

He showed it to me and cocked a brow. “I think she’ll believe that. Do you?”

I nodded miserably. “Yes.”

“Good.” He knelt on the ground so that we were eye to eye. Then he leaned even closer, eyes glittering. “Do you get it now, Alexis?”

“Get what?” I choked out, wiping my left eye as a tear leaked out.

“That you’re mine to play with. Mine to break down. Mine to dispose of when I’m sick of you.” His cruel smile grew wider. “You can’t leave me, no matter what you try.”

My shoulders sagged as my lips trembled. “Yes. I get it,” I whispered.

It was obvious now. Nate had been right all along.

I was never, ever getting out of here.

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