Sandra's POV
I sat in the garden in Volk's mansion. Rocco has been here with me. My knees were hurting so badly that I have to walk with a walking stick while Rocco will permanently be in a wheelchair.
"You seem lost in thought, Sandra." I turned around at the voice and realised that it was Volk.
"Is there a reason why you're here?" I asked rudely.
He laughed then I felt a stinging pain in my hair and I gasped. He held my hair tightly and twisted my neck backwards.
"You seem to forget that you owe me your life. I own you and that cripple husband of yours, so you will talk to me with respect."
"Leave me alone!" I screamed in anger and he bent my head in an odd angle. The pain was too much. "Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
He took his time then let go. "So I see that you're not happy about the arrangement with your husband. If you look at the bright side of it I'm saving your business."
