The Hart family had planned for everything.
They had ruined Grace's reputation, turning her into a disgraced scholar with a tainted record.
That way, even if she screamed her lungs out, no one would believe her.
They would just assume it was a family squabble caused by her own ambition to marry into wealth, a case of playing hard to get.
Such a vicious scheme.
Grace felt as if all her strength had been drained away.
Seeing that she had stopped fighting, Lucian smirked triumphantly.
He snatched her purse and emptied its contents onto the floor—phone, wallet, keys.
Then, he brought his foot down, crushing her phone to pieces.
"From now on, you will stay in your room and not go anywhere!"
"You can come out when you've come to your senses!"
With that, he and another servant violently grabbed Grace and dragged her upstairs.
"Let go of me! Let me go!"
Grace struggled desperately, but her strength was nothing against two grown men.
She was shoved roughly into her former bedroom. The door was slammed shut and locked from the outside.
The world was plunged into a dead silence.
Grace collapsed onto the cold floor, her back against the locked door.
An overwhelming sense of fear and despair washed over her, suffocating her like a tide.
She was a prisoner.
Imprisoned in this so-called "home" by her own family, treated as a piece of merchandise to be traded.
Time ticked by, second by second.
The sky outside the window turned from light to dark, then from dark to light again.
Grace didn't know how long she had been locked up.
A day? Two days?
She didn't eat or drink, just sat there numbly, like a soulless puppet.
A servant would periodically slide meals through a small slot at the bottom of the door.
She didn't even bother to look at them.
She was on the verge of losing her mind.
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