Jenna Roland's eyes flew open as she found herself lying on an unfamiliar bed.

The room was lavishly decorated, yet suffocatingly oppressive.

She flexed her fingers experimentally, feeling the drug's effects gradually wearing off.

Crude voices filtered through the door.

"This chick's a real looker—way hotter than the boss's usual picks."

"Heard she's untouched. The boss hit the jackpot this time."

Jenna's heart plummeted.

Moving silently, she pressed her ear against the door.

Footsteps approached.

She retreated swiftly, scanning the room for escape routes.

The balcony!

Barefoot, she dashed toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Icy wind slapped her face as she pushed the glass open.

The seven-story drop made her vision swim.

Her phone!

Jenna sprinted back to grab her purse from the nightstand.

Trembling fingers dialed 911.

The call connected just as she spotted a familiar figure below.

Ethan Roscente was striding into the hotel flanked by his men, his black Maybach idling at the curb.

She immediately ended the emergency call.

"Ethan!" Her shaking fingers redialed his number.

The first attempt went straight to voicemail.

On the second try, his voice cut through like shards of ice: "What?"

"I'm on the seventh floor! I've been kidnapped!" she whispered urgently.

The door burst open.

Heath Roland stood frozen in the doorway, his bathrobe gaping open. Fury twisted his features.

"You bitch!" He lunged.

Jenna gripped the window frame like a lifeline.

"Stay back!" she snarled.

Heath's eyes gleamed with malice. "Should've taken the easy way out."

With a violent yank, he flung the window wide open.

Jenna's back hit the railing.

Her knees buckled at the dizzying height.

"Ethan..." The name became a silent prayer.

Heath advanced with a grotesque smile. "Go on. Jump."

Her phone creaked under white-knuckled pressure.

Suddenly, pounding footsteps echoed in the hallway.

Heath whirled around.

Before he could react, the door exploded inward.

Ethan stormed in with four bodyguards.

"Mr. Roscente?" Heath stumbled backward.

Ethan's gaze locked onto Jenna at the balcony's edge.

"Come here." He extended his hand.

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she staggered into his arms.

Heath turned ashen. "This is just a misunder—"

"Take him." Ethan's command sliced through the excuse.

Bodyguards seized Heath instantly.

Jenna trembled violently, fists clenched in Ethan's shirt.

"It's over." His palm brushed her back.

The words were clinical, yet they wrapped around her like armor.