Dreams Come True When We Least Expect It

The question about the choker necklace around her neck left Rebecca momentarily breathless, trapped in a moment of silent panic.

The truth behind the choker—a symbol of her subjugation to that bastard, branded as his possession. She couldn't even refuse it since he threatened to do something worse and she would rather pick the lesser of two evils.

But the thought of revealing to her son that their worst enemy had effectively placed a leash on her was unbearable.

Struggling to maintain her composure, Rebecca crafted a facade of nonchalance, her voice trembling as she attempted to dismiss the significance of the choker, "It's nothing. It's just something I-" Her words, a desperate attempt to deflect, were abruptly cut off by the sudden intrusion.

The doors to the room burst open, heralding the arrival of a tall man, his presence domineering and undeniably charismatic, clad in regal black robes that spoke of his authority.