Nolan’s Pov

They were dragging me like a criminal.

Hands wrapped around my arms, their grips tight, digging into my skin like I was some kind of threat.

I wasn't a threat.

I was a man in love.

A man fighting for his woman.

“You’re all going to regret this!” I shouted, voice echoing through the gallery walls, raw with rage. “You’ll all fucking regret this!”

My suit was crumpled. My shirt was stained with the humiliation of it all. My hair, god, they had the nerve to pull at my hair. One of them even yanked a clump.

I turned my head, eyes scanning for my parents. Surely, they'd...