The Rich Older Man Seemed Like a Dream… Until He Revealed His Darkest Secret (3 of 3)

By dawn, she had slipped quietly out of the Whitmore mansion, her shoes in her hand, the gravel biting into her bare feet. The iron gates loomed ahead. Beyond them, there were no guarantees, no safety net—but there was freedom.

Her heart pounded as she stepped through. She didn’t have a plan. She didn’t have money. But she had herself.

And for the first time in a long time, that felt like enough.