I grabbed my panic-stricken mother, who was about to rush out to see what was happening, and pulled her into my bedroom.
After locking the door, I gasped for breath and urged Mom to help me push the heavy oak wardrobe against the door.
“Mia, what are you doing? We have security guards, what are you afraid of?” My mother, Marianne, looked at me in confusion, though she couldn’t hide the terror in her eyes.
She didn’t know yet that my brother, James, had taken all the bodyguards with him for his beloved girlfriend.
“Mom, James took all the security with him. It’s just the two of us in the house now!” I gritted my teeth, using every ounce of strength to push the wardrobe.
The heavy oak made a spine-chilling scraping sound as it left deep scratches across the hardwood floor.
Marianne froze, unable to believe that my usually responsible brother would do something so reckless.
Given our family’s wealth, security had always been a top priority. How could all the guards possibly leave at once?
But seeing my pale face, she had no choice but to believe me.
