CHAPTER 40

I kept quiet, staring out the window, my mind racing with thoughts I couldn't control. Matteo’s presence beside me felt suffocating, his arrogance pressing down on me like a weight I couldn't shake.

Then, without warning, his hand rested on my thigh.

I yanked it off immediately. “Get your hands off me,” I snapped, my voice filled with venom.

He smirked, as if my resistance only amused him. “Why do you always act like this, Sophia?” he mused. “As if you don’t enjoy my touch.”

I glared at him, disgusted by how easily he twisted reality. “You’re delusional.”

Before he could say anything else, the car came to a slow stop. I looked outside, expecting to see Garry’s house, but instead, I was met with the sight of a grand estate—elegant, cold, and unfamiliar. The massive iron gates had already closed behind us, trapping me inside.

Panic rose in my chest. “Where the hell are we?” I demanded, turning sharply to Matteo.