Dear valued customer, your credit card has been frozen by the primary cardholder...
We're sorry, Ms. Robinson. Your ride request has been forcibly canceled by the system...
Dominic hadn't been bluffing. He was using everything at his disposal to seal off every exit.
He wanted to back me into a corner with no way out, to make me understand that I was nothing more than something he owned.
I clenched my jaw and scrolled through my contacts.
I would not give in.
I dialed Vivienne Hartwell.
"Vivienne, come get me. I'm outside the bridal shop on Champs-Élysées."
On the other end of the line, Vivienne's voice came through thick with tears.
"Gabriella... I'm so sorry..."
"Dominic just called my dad. He threatened that if I dared come pick you up, the Hartwell family's entire funding chain would collapse by tomorrow."
"My dad locked me in my room... Gabriella, please, just give in. Dominic's lost his mind!"
My heart sank.
Dominic had cut off my very last escape route.
Through the rain-blurred glass, I could see him holding a glass of red wine. He swirled it lazily, savoring the sight of me standing in the downpour.
Millicent was kneeling at his feet, massaging his legs.