Calista pov

I now became a servant in my husband's house because there was no way that I could escape. He took me back to my room and then he said to me,

"Give me your phone..." I looked at his defensive expression with my eyes wondering why he would need something as personal as my phone.

"Why do you want my phone?"

The look on his face hardened like cement

"I said give me your phone Calista..."

I had no choice. I had forgotten that I was merely a servant that was trying to convince herself that she was still a queen.

With a sad look on my face,...