AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I’ll never settle for anyone but Nikolai. I’ll only marry him. I’ll only bear his children. I’ll only submit to him.
I have time until the engagement party. Nikolai will be back in Europe by then, and I know he’ll come for me. After the week I spent on the island, the Vetrovs accepted me as family.
They will raise hell on this planet to get me back.
The corner of my mouth lifts in a smile, and forcing down the urge to fight, I nod while faking submissiveness. “You win.”
“Of course,” my father sneers. “Now go to your room. I’ve had enough of you for one day.”
Turning around, I give the guards a look of warning. “I can find my room by myself.”
They don’t grab or try to manhandle me but follow right behind me as I walk through the mansion and up the stairs.
Nikolai will come for me, and when he does, I won’t stop him from killing my father.
Chapter 36
Nikolai
As I stop in front of the castle, worry is gnawing my insides raw because I haven’t been able to reach Abigail. I keep getting her voicemail and have left messages for her to call me as soon as possible.
It’s been too long since I last spoke to her.
After I had her to myself for a week, the past thirty hours felt like a lifetime. I don’t know how I’m going to survive two weeks. That’s if she doesn’t decide to complete her four years’ training at St. Monarch’s.
Fuck, four years will kill me.
When I enter the castle's foyer, Uncle Carson is waiting for me. “Do you miss us already?” he chuckles.
“Hell no,” I grumble playfully. “Have you seen Abigail? She’s not answering her phone.”
My uncle frowns at me. “I thought Abigail told you she won’t be attending St. Monarch’s any longer. She checked out on Sunday.”
Shock shudders through me as I shake my head, “She did what?”
“Actually, her father checked her out. They cleared the suite late Sunday afternoon.”
There’s no way Abigail would leave St. Monarch’s without telling me, and she didn’t speak kindly of her father.
“I want to see the security footage. There’s no way she would leave St. Monarch’s without telling me.”
“You were traveling halfway across the world. Maybe she couldn’t reach you?”
We walk toward the security room, and dread curdles in my gut. “When I finally had cellphone reception, there was no message from Abigail.”
She wouldn’t just leave without letting me know. The past week Abigail became part of the family. I even caught her and Mom training one day. Mom was showing her how to knee a man so he won’t get up afterward.
She was happy, and I’m certain she loves me. This is not like the Abigail I know, which tells me something is very wrong.
We enter the security room, and I order the guard, “Bring up the security feed for Sunday afternoon.”
It takes a couple of minutes before he finds the footage where Abigail arrives at St. Monarch’s. Just seeing her makes the tension in my body ease up a little.
The camera feed switches from the foyer to the staircase to the hallway, and I see a smile curves her lips.
Is she thinking of the week we spent together?
When she steps into her suite, we lose sight of her. It takes five minutes before the door opens, and a man carries a struggling Abigail out of her suite. The horror is back on her face, and instantly anger floods my body, tensing every muscle.
