(Livia)
I looked at Julian's outstretched hand and shook my head. He had already taken away my freedom to leave the mansion. Now he wanted to decide who I could speak to. I wasn't going to hand over my phone simply because he demanded it.
"No."
"That wasn't a request."
"And that wasn't a difficult answer."
Julian walked toward me, and I moved beside the bed. I remembered what had happened when I refused to obey him earlier. My cheek still hurt from the slap. I kept my phone in my hand and watched him approach.
"Rachel has been interfering in our marriage."
"Rachel is my friend."
"She's encouraging you to turn against me."
"You've managed that without her help."
He stopped in front of me. I could see how angry my answer made him. I wondered whether he would hit me again. I hated t
