The Rejected True Heiress (Liora and Callum) novel Chapter 442

Liora’s POV

The guards escorted Callum out of the grand hall, the doors slamming shut behind them with a reverberating crash that echoed in the silent space. My father stood there for a moment before going after them with a few quick strides. He didn’t look at me.

I tried to follow, but Ambrose’s arm snaked around my waist and yanked me back before I could take a step.

“Let go of me,” I hissed, trying to pull away.

“Not a chance, darling.” His grip tightened, fingers digging into my ribs. “The night’s just getting started.”

I looked up at him, but he was facing the musicians again, still grinning. He waved his hand over his head. “What’s all the fuss about?” he announced. “Play!”

The musicians picked up their instruments and began playing again. The air filled with the sounds of music and movement as people began twirling across the dance floor, some throwing wary looks our way, but most already forgetting the whole ordeal.

Still smiling with his arm so tight around my waist I could hardly breathe, Ambrose practically dragged me toward one of the tables near the edge of the hall and sat down. There ,he pulled me onto his lap before I could stop him. I tried to stand, but his arm was locked around my waist, and his grip was tightening with each movement. Each time I tried to wriggle free, he’d just hang on tighter, to the point where it took immense effort to draw in a breath.

“What’s wrong?” Ambrose looked at me, reaching up with his free hand and brushing a strand of hair out of my face.

I slapped his hand away.

“Don’t touch me, pig,” I snarled.

Ambrose’s lips curled deviously. “You know what you need?” he asked. “A little something to loosen you up.” He reached for a glass of wine on the table and held it up to my lips. “Drink.”

I turned my head away. “No.”

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