The 22 year old woman was forced by her stepmother to get into bed with one of her business partners, and she fled in desperation to a stranger’s car… but that moment of fate would change her life forever
Something dangerous flickered in his eyes. It was not pity. It was colder than that. Older. Angrier.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“Elena,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Elena Vargas.”
“Elena,” he repeated slowly, as if weighing the name. “Arthur Vargas’s daughter.”
It was not a question.
Elena trembled and nodded. Her father had died two years earlier, leaving his modest shipping company under the control of his second wife, Patricia. From that moment on, Elena had stopped being treated like a daughter. She had become a captive, a pawn, something Patricia could use to pay off the gambling debts that kept growing around her.
Tonight, Patricia’s chosen buyer had been Oscar Becerra—a wealthy, infamous man with a cruel reputation.
“I didn’t want this,” Elena said, choking on the words as tears finally broke through her numbness. They burned against her bruised skin. “She locked me in the room. She said if I didn’t… if I didn’t please him, she would sell my father’s house. She hit me. So I ran. I just ran.”
Matthew watched her fall apart. He did not offer soft words. He did not comfort her.
Instead, he reached into his coat, pulled out a thick wool blanket, and tossed it onto her lap.
“Dry yourself,” he said coldly. “It’s a long drive, and I don’t allow blood or tears on my upholstery.”
The words were harsh, but the blanket was warm.
Elena wrapped it tightly around her shaking shoulders and buried her face into the wool. The car glided faster through the rain, smooth and silent, swallowing the road as Seattle disappeared behind them in a haze of distant lights.
The Devil’s Sanctuary
Two hours later, the car passed through enormous iron gates that opened by themselves. It climbed a private cliffside road surrounded by tall pine trees swaying in the storm.
At the top stood a massive modern estate made of glass, steel, and dark stone, overlooking the restless black waters of Puget Sound.
The car stopped beneath a covered entrance. A tall, silent driver in a dark suit immediately opened Matthew’s door and held out an umbrella.
Matthew stepped out without waiting for Elena.
