#Chapter 33: Unfiltered Truths

Aurora POV I push the plate away before the server even finishes setting it down in front of me. It doesn’t matter what they’re serving—filet mignon, lobster tail, truffle risotto—none of it can cut through the nausea twisting my stomach into knots while Leonardo’s hand sneaks over to rest on my thigh once again. How could it? In just a few short hours, I’m going to be dragged upstairs and stripped out of this ridiculous dress and forced to spread my legs for a man old enough to be my father with no one coming to rescue me unlike last time. I clench my fists on the table in front of me , nails digging into the soft flesh of my palms. Maybe if I hurt myself enough now, the pain won’t feel so real later. Or I could somehow find a way to get hurt in order to be rushed to the hospital. It will only delay the inevitable but at least I’ll get the chance to breathe and maybe figure something else out. Would Gianna be able to steal enough money from her father to smuggle me ou