He froze, tightening his arms around me as if sensing something off.
“Alright,” he murmured. “If you don’t like it, we’ll get a new one. I’ll order something better for you.”
He then leaned down, about to kiss me.
But the moment his lips neared mine, all I could see were the images from the video, their bodies entangled, lost in each other.
My gaze then fell on the fresh hickey at his throat and got a sniff of the faint scent of lily lingering on his skin, which wasn’t mine.
Amara's POV
The nausea hit me so hard I almost threw up right there. I shoved him away and bolted for the bathroom, vomiting until my whole body trembled.
When I came out, the entire hall was filled with servants, all standing stiff and terrified.
Grayson sat on the couch, flicking a lighter open and closed. The flame danced across his face, casting a cold, shadowy glow.
“I’m paying you all a fortune,” he said slowly, voice low and sharp, “and this is how you take care of my wife?”
Every one of these servants had been handpicked by him. After what happened with the kidnapping, he’d made sure they were bound by life-and-death contracts. If anything happened to me, none of them would survive either.