Chapter 11

Elena’s POV

My heart pounded as I tore through the hall, my ball gown dragging behind me, sweeping the floor. I could hear the soft chime of my car keys jingling in my hand, spurring me forward as I clutched my gown, lifting it to clear the way. My breaths was shallow and quick, I fought an attempt to calm the anger and betrayal storming through me. I had to get out of here—away from him, away from the lies, away from everything.

“Elena! Wait! Please, just listen!” Jason’s voice echoed down the empty corridor, desperation heavy in his tone. But I ignored him. Running faster.

I finally reached my car, phewww!

Fumbling, I pressed the unlock button, the vehicle’s lights blinking in response. But before I could escape, his hand closed around my wrist, halting me just inches from the door. His touch, which was usually warm and comforting, felt like iron now— it feels different.

“Elena, please,” Jason pleaded, his gray eyes, usually filled with mystery