Everyone Laughed When I Agreed to Dance With the Class Outcast at Prom – But the Tiny Box He Handed Me at Midnight Made My Knees Buckle

was staring at me with wide eyes. “Eliza, please. Just cancel. He’s going to make your life miserable for months.”

“He already does,” I whispered.

By Friday afternoon, Marcus had taken away my car keys.

He’d also frozen my debit card.

And he told the housekeeper I wasn’t allowed visitors.

I sat on continue reading …