No Escape 

Jane drove to the beach and spent an hour walking the beach holding her shoes in her hand and letting the waves suck at her feet. She found a little café and ate her salad watching the wash of the waves towards the shore.

What was she going to do? She wondered. Just over a month married, and her husband did not want her and openly kept a mistress who believed that it was just a matter of time until he divorced Jane and married her instead.

She turned her phone over in her hands. She finished her meal and returned to her car, sitting in the driver’s seat, and dialling her father’s number.

“Hello Jane,” he answered promptly.

“Daddy,” she fought back her tears. “I want to come home.”

He sighed heavily. “Jane,” he said with patience. “What is this ridiculousness about?”

“Baron doesn’t love me,” the tears fell free and tracked down her face. “He only married me because of the connection to you. He keeps Angelique openly as his mistress, and she says that he will only keep me as his wife for as long as the connection matters, and then he will divorce me and marry her instead, and, oh,” her voice broke on a sob. “Daddyplease.”

He was silent for a long moment. “Why would Angelique think the connection would cease to matter?” He wondered.

That was he took from her babbled distress, she thought bitterly. “I don’t know.” 

to find out,” he was curt with it. “Call me back when you know.”

with her

both the family wealth and the leadership of the pack.

away, and when she had complained to her mother, innocently telling her that their cruelty was just due to the game

nothing compared to what Jane

finally someone saw her for herself, despite her rank in

course, there was no escape for her, because she was still her, still part of the

of expensive sports cars, leaving her no choice but to park under a tree, and walk the rest of the way. Angelique had friends over, and they were enjoying the bright day, sun-baking in bikinis and sipping cocktails

so as to avoid any that might be inside the house. Her bedroom

bad, actually. Could

cute,” another commented. “Do you think these

declared. “Probably wouldn’t be interesting to read anyway, her whole

“Who is this?”

That would be her

Oops.” They burst into laughter, and Jane felt a sharp strike of fear run through her at the sound

them, she hurried into the

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