*****************Aubrey’s pov***************
"You're talking nonsense," I snarled, taking a step back, trying to create distance between us.
But he didn’t back down. When he had ever. His eyes were dark as if daring me to defy him.
He moved closer to me again, his voice dangerously soft. It sent shivers down my spine, a warning of the danger that lurked beneath his smooth demeanour.
“Not nonsense but the price of your freedom," he said, each word dripping with malice and control looking deeply in my eyes. "One year, Aubrey. You come back to me, live with me, sleep with me, be my wife in every sense of the word." His lips curled into a predatory smile. "Then, and only then, will I give you what you want."