Arabella

Marco didn’t say a word as he dragged me through the hallway. His grip on my wrist tightened with each step. My feet dragged against the floor as I struggled to keep up.

He didn’t look back at me, just kept marching ahead. The fury radiating off him was terrifying. My heart thumped in my chest like a trapped bird.

He shoved me into the room and slammed the door shut behind us. I flinched.

“I didn’t touch her,” I said quickly, barely able to catch my breath. “I swear, Marco, I didn’t lay a hand on Bianca. I’d never—”

He didn’t answer. He walked to the dresser and...