CHAPTER 90: Extreme Terror Part 1
ANGELA ROBERT’S Point Of View
HE WAS there, standing in the open curtain. His hawk eyes never leave the h.ell out of me. He wanted me, but he was focused on my body. Staring deeply into my whole body as if he was stripping me nothing beyond this clothes. I don’t like the way he looks at me like a s.lut, he was ready to take me down and drag me to he.ll he was in.
“Are you still looking at her, my dear brother? You have the chance before we could kll her.”
I put my gaze on the ground. They aren’t aware that I could hear what they are talking about or they intently wanted me to hear what they are planning.
My dear Trevor… I wanted to see him before something happened to me. I am not ready for this. I don’t want to end up my life without telling him how much I love him—in person. Because the last time I remembered telling him I love him was from the letter I made and the proposal; I didn’t tell him I love him.