Before dawn fully broke, Raegan lay awake, Mitchel sleeping soundly beside her, his breaths even and calm.

Raegan sat up quietly, reaching for Mitchel's phone on the bedside table. She used Mitchel's face to unlock it, but dared not head outside the room. Instead, she tiptoed into the bathroom to send a message.

As she prepared to send the text, she realized she needed a password.

Mitchel's phone was customized for high security, useless to anyone who found it without the correct code.

Raegan tried Mitchel's birthday and the villa's password, but neither worked.

Just as she was about to abandon her attempt, a familiar voice startled her.

“Do you need me to unlock it for you?"

Raegan's heart raced when she heard Mitchel's words.

Mitchel's phone slipped from her grasp, clattering to the floor.

Mitchel entered, his bare feet silent. His long legs were strong, his upper body sculpted with defined muscles.

He stooped to retrieve the phone, offering it to Raegan. "Try 822822," he suggested.

Raegan was taken aback. August 22nd. It was the date they first received their marriage certificate.

She stood frozen, the phone burning in her hand, especially with the text glaring from the screen.

Mitchel read her message aloud. "Mr. Hector Dixon, I'm trapped by Mitchel. Can you help me out? Sent by Raegan Hayes."

Mitchel's voice was icy. "Seeking help from my uncle?"

His exterior was calm, but inside, turmoil raged. Sure enough, Raegan still wanted to run away. This irked Mitchel increasingly.

Mitchel's eyes narrowed. He grasped her chin and pressed her against the wall, his tone fierce. “Do you enjoy flirting with the men around me? How do you plan to repay Hector if he helps you out?"

Raegan paled, her restraint gone. “You can't imprison me like this.

Though we're a couple, you have no right to confine me."

At her words, Mitchel's expression grew colder.