A sharp crack echoed through the room—right across Remy’s cheek. She never saw it coming. That smug little smirk on her face melted away instantly. Shock burned into rage, and she stared at me like she couldn’t believe what just happened. "How dare you slap me?!"

"Why the hell wouldn’t I? Who do you think you are, anyway?!" I shot back.

Before she could blink, I locked my hand around her throat and shoved her head hard toward the open window. Her upper body dangled out over the ledge, feet kicking uselessly in the air. We were fifteen floors up. Dizziness spun her, her pupils blowing wide as she shrieked, voice shrill with raw panic: "Help! Murder!"

"Remy, I let your little games slide before, but you really thought you could just keep pushing me?" My voice stayed steady, ice-calm. "Since you can’t keep your mouth shut, I don’t mind silencing you—for good." My grip tightened as I spoke.

She was fully hanging out the window now, fear tearing a scream from her throat. She started begging immediately, gasping: "I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I swear I’ll never do it again…"

The whole spectacle already drew a crowd downstairs. A bunch of onlookers even pulled out their phones, already gearing up to film the chaos.

I glanced down at them, remembering I was supposed to head back to the family’s country estate soon to take over the business. The last thing I needed right now was extra drama.

"This is your final warning!" I hissed, yanking Remy back inside over the ledge.

The second her feet hit solid ground, she blew out a shaking breath and scrambled away from me. Over her shoulder as she backed toward the door, she spat: "Leona, you’re gonna regret this! The Hansen family won’t let you get away with this!"

I lifted an eyebrow and smirked, my lips tugging into a cold, unapologetic smile. "Let them try."

The Hansens didn’t scare me anymore. I had nothing left to lose. If they really wanted a fight, I’d give them one.

Once I was alone in my room, Remy’s words looped through my head: *Don’t think I don’t know why you disappeared suddenly. My brother told me everything!*

I never knew promises could be so flimsy. I never imagined the man I loved never actually believed me.

Had Michael forgotten why I was abducted in the first place? How could he live with what he did, no remorse, even dig up all my old pain with his own two hands?

Memories of that dark alley flickered through my mind, and my whole body started shaking uncontrollably. It felt like someone had ripped my chest open, and a freezing wind had poured straight into the hollow, chilling me right down to the bone.

A knock at the door snapped me back to the present. I turned, and there was Vance, standing in the doorway. The panic I’d been feeling evaporated, replaced by sharp surprise. I hadn’t expected to see him again this soon, not when I was already this unraveled.

"Do you… need something?" I asked.

Vance, immaculate in his tailored suit, strode toward me with that easy, confident stride of his. The golden afternoon light wrapped around him like a halo. He looked every bit the untouchable, elegant gentleman he was.

His dark, deep eyes locked onto mine, and he caught the tear tracks at the corner of my eyes. His brow furrowed just barely, soft with unspoken concern.

Vance Martinez suddenly remembered something. “We never swapped contact info yet.” He pulled out his phone, pulled up WhatsApp, and held the screen out to me with his profile QR code. “Hit me up when you’ve got some free time.”

His smile was open and genuine, and it pulled a small soft one from me in return. “I promised my grandma I’d come visit. I don’t break my promises.”

“I know you don’t,” Vance answered. “I’m just grateful you’re taking time out of your day to sit with her. The least I can do is be the best damn chauffeur on the planet and not take your kindness for granted.”

His words laid his gratitude—and exactly why he wanted to swap numbers—right out on the table. What got to me most was how unshakably he trusted me, and it warmed me straight through to my chest. After a second of hesitation, I pulled out my own phone, scanned his code, and added him to my contacts.

To my surprise, he added, “Could you shoot me your cell number too? Just in case the WhatsApp messages don’t go through?”

I couldn’t help but wonder if he had an ulterior motive here. But with how calm and steady he was, it was impossible to peg him as someone hiding messy intentions. I sighed soft and gave it to him.

Vance dialed my number right away to make sure it worked, and hung up the second my phone buzzed in my hand. “That’s me,” he said. “Save it.”

Under his watchful gaze, I tapped save. “Anything else, Mr. Martinez?”

I still couldn’t wrap my head around what he really wanted, but something in my gut told me keeping my distance was the smart move. Vance was sharp—of course he noticed I was holding back.

“Don’t you know exactly what I want?” His gaze didn’t waver, a little glint of curious heat sparking in his dark eyes. “My grandma told me if I want to win a woman over, I just have to be sincere, humble, take the lead, and keep it steady. The rest works itself out over time. Haven’t you seen me trying?”

How blunt he was caught me completely off guard. I had no clue how to respond.

“Mr. Martinez, what’s all this even about?” I asked, dodging the question. I wasn’t ready to think about a new relationship, so I played dumb.

Besides, Vance and I were barely even acquaintances.

“You’ve definitely noticed how much my grandma adores you,” Vance said, his gaze still steady, his eyes heavy with unspoken meaning. “But more than that? I like you. A lot.”

He was so straightforward there was no room for pretending we weren’t on the same page. Our eyes locked before I could look away, and my heart skipped a stupid, stupid beat.

Shocked by the jolt that went through me, I wrenched my gaze away. “With all due respect, Mr. Martinez, this feels pretty rushed. We barely know each other, and I’m not ready for anything new right now.”

I didn’t know much about Vance, but most proud, confident guys would get offended, turn tail and run after a direct rejection like that.

“What’s the point of waiting to ‘truly know’ someone anyway?” Vance’s eyes pinned me in place, a sharp glint burning in them—like a hunter locking onto his prey.