Suddenly, my phone vibrated.
The sound felt loud in the suffocating silence of the car.
Divyanka.
My heart jumped. My fingers moved instantly—I needed her voice, needed something familiar, something mine. I was about to answer when—
Karl released my hand.
For a second, I thought he was giving me space.
Then he took my phone.
Just like that.
Confusion hit first. Then disbelief.
“What are you thinking?” I asked sharply, turning toward him. “What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer. His thumb hovered over the screen, already ending the call.
Something inside me snapped.
“Don’t interfere in my personal space,” I said, my voice shaking but loud. “That’s enough, karll. Don’t you dare touch my things again.”
He finally looked at me.
Cold. Assessing.
“I said stop the car,” I shouted, panic mixing with anger. “Right now! Give me my phone back!”
The driver stiffened but didn’t slow down.
Karl raised one hand slightly.
The car continued moving.
My chest burned. “You can’t do this! She’s my best friend. You don’t get to decide who I talk to!”
He leaned closer, his voice low—not angry, not loud.
Dangerously calm.
“You’re married to me,” he said. “Your safety is my responsibility.”
“She’s not a threat!”
“You don’t decide that.”
I laughed bitterly, tears blurring my vision. “So this is it? I’m not allowed to talk to anyone? I’m not even allowed a phone?”
He studied me for a long moment. Then, slowly, he placed the phone back into my hand.
But he didn’t let go.
His fingers wrapped around my wrist—not tight enough to hurt, just enough to remind me he could.
“Listen to me carefully, Kavira,” he said quietly. “You can hate me. You can scream at me. You can tell me never to touch you again.”
My breath hitched.
“But you will never put yourself in danger because of emotions you don’t understand yet.”
I pulled my hand back. “You don’t get to control my life.”
His jaw tightened. “I don’t want to.”
That surprised me.
“I have to,” he corrected. “Because the moment people know how to reach you… they’ll use you to destroy me.”
I looked away, hugging the phone to my chest like armor.
“So what am I to you?” I whispered. “A weakness? Or a hostage?”
The car slowed as the mansion gates appeared ahead—tall, black, merciless.
Karl answered without hesitation.
“You’re the only thing in this world I would kill for.”
The gates opened.
And as the car drove inside, I realized something terrifying—
I had finally drawn a line.
And karl Casanova had noticed.
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