Aliya’s POV

My life was about to end in an old abandoned oil refinery, at least that’s what it looked like judging from the rusty barrels I had been staring at for minutes.

Brooke had strapped my hands to a chair and left with a sinister smile. She said something about an associate. Why this so-called associate wanted me alive was still a mystery to me.

Well, I was about to find out.

My head hung low, sweat and tears dripping from my face to the ground as I struggled against the cuffs biting into my wrists, but it was useless.

Suddenly, a chuckle cut through the silence, followed by...