Page 18 of Rebellion

Sick.

She was going to be sick.

“Fuck! You gonna vomit? Don’t you dare!” He stepped back and she felt her breathing ease.

But then he grabbed her hair again, shoving her head back as he glared down at her.

“You think this get you out of punishment? No, I think of something else. For now, this cash is mine, and I expect more of it.”

“You already get paid.”

For doing nothing.

But her bravery was all gone and she kept that thought to herself.

“Not enough to put up with your asshole cousin.”

He was the one who’d wanted to get close to Sacha. But why? It didn’t seem like he liked Aleksandr. So what did he want?

And what was his backup plan?

Shit.

“Just remember play your role, Sofia,” he warned.

Uh-huh.

Her role. She was always playing a role, wasn’t she?

The pampered princess. The devoted cousin. The adoring girlfriend. The sensible business owner.

Role after role.

She wasn’t even sure who the real Sofia was anymore.

“Next time you need excuse for me not being here, come up with something better that won’t get me pulled into asshole’s office and scolded like naughty schoolboy. Understand me?”

He shook her back and forth until she cried out. “Yes!”

“Good.”

A knock on the door made Oleg freeze. Then he let go of her hair and pulled her onto her feet. She could barely stand. Nausea bubbled, and he had to take a moment to remind herself to breathe.

“Sofia?”

Shit. It was Miller.

Oleg’s gaze turned calculating. She didn’t like that look on his face.

She had to keep Miller away from him.

Keep her safe.

She was still shocked that Rogan had agreed to let Miller work here. Although she wasn’t entirely sure what sort of relationship they had. Colm had called her a house guest. So perhaps he didn’t really have a say in what she did.

However, the fact she was always accompanied by one of his men seemed to suggest that Rogan had some feelings for her.

Moving to the door, Sofia took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she opened it.

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