His to Protect

"We're the same kind of people. Putting on this act of being so noble... is it because the money comes easy? Huh?" Trent's eyes were bloodshot. His grip on Celine's wrist tightened painfully.

She winced, struggling against him. "What the hell are you talking about? We are not the same!"

The elevator doors opened.

"If you dare lay a finger on me, I swear I'll make you pay for it later!" she shouted