The Cost of Defiance

Clara

“Go back home, quit your job, and next week you and Dominic are to get married.”

I stared at the cold-blooded man sitting across the room like a king dictating the fate of someone beneath him. He wasn’t yelling, but his words carried the weight of authority, and power, of a man so used to being obeyed that he forgot people were not objects he could shift at will.

I thought of a thousand thin