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CHAPTER FOUR
KYRA
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OMG! My arms flail around me as shampoo stings my eyes. My legs slip under me as I gasp, but large hands catch me.
What the hell is happening?
I feel a sting in my neck as fear crashes through me, and my body turns to jelly. A second later, I lose control of my limbs.
“Hel—” My words are stopped by a hand which slams harshly over my mouth. Blinking, I try to make out who the large dark figure is, but the fucking shampoo is blinding me.
Where is security?
My home is surrounded by security guards and somehow this person has found their way inside the house, into my bedroom and bathroom.
Am I going to die?
Are these my last thoughts?
I have barely lived. No. I don’t want to die.
Please help me.
Even if I was stronger or had learned kung fu instead of stupid Pilates, the drugs have taken my ability to move from me. I’m powerless.
I almost pass out as I pant in terror, but then the rest happens quickly. I’m dragged from the shower, up against myassailant’s hard body, and wrapped in something while my mouth remains covered.
Then the world fades to black.
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WHEN MY EYES open again, I find myself staring at the ceiling of a room I know isn’t mine. There is a fancy-looking light shade and, as I gently turn my aching head, I note the drapes look thick and heavy.
This is not some dirty motel. Somebody with wealth owns this home and has brought me here.
Why?
I try to sit up and my head pounds. Then reality slams into me and I force myself into a sitting position as my heart races.
Where am I?
What day is it?
Beside the bed is a glass of water and some Tylenol. My brows lift in response, as if I’m supposed to believe my kidnappers are kind and thoughtful?
I wouldn’t say I’ve been trained to prepare for such a situation, but when your surname is Fox and you’ve lived most of your life with personal security, it would be ignorant to say I never thought this was a possibility.
I just never thought it would happen to me.
I’m nobody.
Well, except the heiress to the Fox & Co. fortune. Is there a chance I’ve signed away my inheritance to Pierce Sterling, so they have kidnapped me now to trade me back for my family’s money?
A thought strikes me.
If it worked, would that mean I don’t have to marry Pierce?