I stared at my suitcase lying on the floor. The loud thud echoed in the quiet bedroom.

I looked up at Zyran, his broad chest rose and fell rapidly. The veins in his neck were tight, his jaw was tightening and he was grinding his teeth loudly.

"You are going to unpack this bag," Zyran repeated, his voice dangerously low. "You will sleep in this bed and you will smile for the cameras. I will not let you walk out that door and make me look like a fool."

My fists clenched turning my knuckles white, my fear vanished and was replaced by pure courage. I pushed him right in...