Chapter 13 The Price Of Defiance

• Naomi's POV
• As a clear reminder of Roman's cruelty, the fragments of my destroyed painting were still on the studio floor. But I felt a fierce resolution instead of despair. I refused to be crumpled like one of his disposable pieces, to give him the last say.
• With my head held high, I brushed away my tears, combed my hair, and left the studio. Roman was going to find out whether he thought his haughtiness could imprison me.