Briony blinked open her eyes, groggy and disoriented.
She found herself staring up at a room she knew all too well.
Wait—this was… the master bedroom at Southcreek Manor?
Her muddled mind snapped awake in an instant.
She bolted upright, only to feel a strange, heavy resistance in her body.
Glancing down, Briony froze in shock—she was wearing a wedding dress.
Her eyes widened, panic flaring in her chest.
No—this couldn’t be. Wasn’t this the very dress she’d burned in Ghana four years ago?
What the hell was going on?!
She scanned the room, desperate for answers.
No doubt about it—this was Southcreek Manor’s master bedroom.
How on earth had she ended up here?
A sharp pain pulsed at her temples. She pressed her fingers to her head, trying to steady herself.
Fragments of memory before she’d blacked out started to resurface.
Had… had Stewart kidnapped her?
Her breath caught in her throat.
Had he lost his mind?
One day he’d mailed her the divorce papers, the next he’d abducted her?
Fury boiling inside her, Briony threw back the covers and slid off the bed.
A metallic clink echoed from beneath her.
She froze, heart pounding as she slowly lowered her gaze.
A silvery steel chain snaked across the floor.
In disbelief, she lifted the hem of her dress and found the chain cuffed to her left ankle.
Following the chain with her eyes, she saw the other end was bolted firmly to the wall.
A chill swept through her, leaving her hands trembling as she clutched her skirt.
Stewart really had lost it.
Click.
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