Chapter 88

• Sibel’s POV
• My blood boiled as I watched Paul choke the life out of Jolie. How dare he lay a hand on her like that? Fury surged through me, and without thinking, I stepped forward, my fists clenched. “Let her go, Paul!” Dylan shouted.
• Paul, momentarily startled, finally released Jolie. She collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, her neck flushed with redness. Paul knelt, not out of remorse but in surrender, knowing he had no choice. But he was having that angry look as though he thought we were beneath him, as if we were powerless to stand against him.