Damsel in distress*

Kelly's eyes flared with shock. Then they narrowed in utter fury. But she didn't speak anymore. She had expected this, but deep within her, she had hoped that her father would not stoop this low. Kelly was angry and mad at herself for still hoping despite all the things her father showed and did to her. He would never care about her, ever.

Clenching her fists tight, Kelly swallowed all the words she had been planning to say. She had thought well-scripted words to convince her father, but she understood now that it does not matter anymore. This man would never listen to her or consider any consequences.

"Take her to her room." The man then ordered his guards. "Lock her inside with the stylists. Don't open the door unless I order it."

The man's stern and absolute words made the guards immediately moved. Kelly didn't fight anymore. She simply glared at the men and started walking towards the staircase before the men could touch her.