“Fuck Kaden!” The distant scream echoed again through the vents, and she sat up abruptly, her feet hitting the floor as she walked slowly toward the locked door.

“Stop, Angelina, don't be silly. Amaria would never fool around with that bastard,” she convinced herself, forcing the thought away before returning to bed.

By the next morning, their private jet took off, and there were just three people inside.

Kaden, Colt, and Angelina herself.

She couldn't even take her bath in Kaden's suite for fear of getting caught, so she had to board without bathing.

Thankfully, she had taken a bath in her own bathroom last night, so that should still...