It took Charlotte half an hour before she reached the main gate of the villa. Outside was a greenway with trees planted on both sides that had street lights installed on them, illuminating the road to her freedom.

Puffing up her chest, she continued her way out.

There was a breeze that night, and it enveloped her in a comfortable chill. As she looked at the patchy moonlit road and listened to the cacophony of frogs and insects, she felt as if she was in a painting.

The beautiful scenery calmed Charlotte and also strengthened her determination to stay away from Zachary.

I can’t let him control me… I won’t...