Kiara was led back down the same path she thought she’d never be able to walk again. She felt weak, weaker than she’d ever been and not just physically, mentally as well. She felt drain, felt like a living zombie or rather a puppet.

Nothing she did was ever her choice, she was always being controlled.

‘You’ll stay here and if one day you decide you want to leave, you’ll be dead before you cross the border.’

‘’It’s not about what you want, whether you want it or not, we shall conceive a child.’

She never had a choice in matters that concerned her life, she had a mouth, but it seems she didn’t have a voice. Now it was the same, she had begged not to go back, but it seems Zique couldn’t hear her.

He had always been deaf to her words and blind to her pain. The only person he really listened to was himself and he cared not about who the decisions he selflessly makes hurt. Cruel, he found himself a new mate and expects her to stay with him in the same house they had established their re