The Unshackled Queen: Never Say Never
Chapter 1936

“I didn’t mean to disrespect you,” he continued, his voice roughened by a mix of frustration and concern.

“The situation here is almost under control, and I didn’t want you to… leave so soon.

If I overstepped, I’m sorry.

I really am.

”

Hannah could feel the sincerity in his voice.

Eventually, her resistance faltered.

The fight in her drained away, replaced by a weary sigh.

She turned to face him, her hands replaceing his face, her touch gentle but firm.

“I’ll let it slide this time,” she said, her tone softening as she rubbed his cheeks with a hint of affection.

“But if you ever make a decision about my life without consulting me again, I won’t let you go so easily.

”

A smile tugged at Bryson’s lips as he held her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles.

“Okay,” he said, his voice carrying a promise.

“I won’t do it again.

”

Buzz.

Hannah’s phone vibrated in her pocket.

She pulled it out, glancing at the screen before answering.

“Hello?” Her expression shifted slightly as she listened, then she hung up and looked at Bryson.

“Melina’s plane just landed.

”

Bryson’s brow furrowed.

“Go check on her first.

I’ll handle things here and meet you afterward.

”

Hannah nodded, already moving toward the door.

“I’ll take her to the villa.

If you don’t hear from me, come straight over once you’re done.

”

“Got it.

”

When Melina woke up, the unfamiliarity of her surroundings hit her like a wave.

She blinked, trying to clear the fog from her mind as she took in the strange room.

Where was she?

The sky outside had darkened completely, casting deep shadows across the room’s unfamiliar furnishings.

.

.

Library

Panic clawed at her chest as the events leading up to this moment started to come back-threats in a hotel, a desperate attempt to escape, and then… nothing.

She quickly checked herself over, relieved to replace no injuries.

Her belongings seemed untouched.

Spotting her phone on the table, she lunged for it, only to replace it dead.

No charger in sight.

Her heart raced as she scanned the room, trying to piece together where she was and why she wasn’t already dead.

Whoever had brought her here clearly wanted something from her.

Quietly, she stood and crept to the door, pressing her ear against it.

Nothing.

The silence was unnerving.

She slowly turned the knob and peeked into the corridor.

Dim, quiet, and empty.

Perfect.

She slipped out, her movements cautious and deliberate.

But then, the sharp click of high heels echoed from downstairs.