Once she was in the car and saw the distance increasing between her and her pursuers, Megan finally managed to calm her racing heart.
“What do you want from me?” she asked, knowing well that Lucian’s help would come with strings attached.
“Simple,” he replied. “I want you out of the entertainment industry, for good. Don’t get involved in anything related to it ever again.”
Megan’s pupils dilated as she let out a bitter laugh. “I’m already a D-list celebrity, why can’t you just leave me alone? How am I supposed to pay back the debts I owe to Rose if I leave the industry?”
Before she could process everything, the car stopped. A pair of strong hands clamped around her throat, cutting off her breath. She struggled desperately, her face turning a ghastly shade of pale.
Lucian’s face looked demonic, terrifying. “Did I say you could mention her? You figure out your debts on your own, or I’ll make sure you wish you were dead.”
His icy threat felt like it could strangle her at any moment, plunging Megan into deeper despair.
She thought, if leaving was what it took, then so be it. She hadn’t fulfilled her mother’s wishes anyway. Tears of despair trickled from the corners of her eyes.