The billionaire's childhood love

Her eyes widened in alarm, and she took a step back. "Let go of me," she warned, her voice shaking. "I'll scream if you don't leave me alone."

Suddenly Ashar grabbed her hand with an unwavering gaze. His desperation seeping into his every word. "I didn't hold your hand to hurt you, Zuni. I held it because I can't lose you again. You're coming with me. Right now."

Her fear reached its peak. Her eyes darted around the empty street, searching for help, but the rain had driven everyone away.

"Let me go!" she yelled, trying to wrench her arm free. "Somebody, help me! Please! Ya Allah, save me!"

Ashar could feel the terror radiating from her, but he couldn't stop. He couldn't let her walk away-not now.

The rain poured harder, washing over them as he tightened his grip, dragging her towards the jeep. Her struggles became more violent.

She bit his hand, hard enough to draw blood, but he didn't let go. His face twisted in pain, but his resolve was unshaken.

"I'm sorry, Zuni," he muttered under his breath. "I don't have a choice."

With one swift motion, he opened the jeep's door and practically lifted her inside. She screamed, kicking and thrashing, but he managed to shut the door and lock it.