Having his way.

Daphne's POV

Tears pricked my eyes as I tried to fathom when last anyone made me feel this way. Being relegated to the edge had always been a thing for me, and I was already getting used to it until this.

Trisha huffed, her chest squared as they rose slowly, eyes drilled daggers at me. I scurried to Lorenzo's broad back, which gave me enough coverage from her deceitful eyes.

“You didn't mean that, right?” Trisha’s fist clenched into a ball as she demanded an answer from Lorenzo.

“I have never been so serious about anything else before. Trisha” his voice lacked empathy.

My heart swelled at the thought that I was different to him, but all the thought came crashing when I thought about this. I wasn't any different from Trisha. To him, I was just a possession he wanted to have. Who knew when he would get tired of me and trash me away?

“ I will leave now” I weaved through the tense atmosphere, stalking out, not minding the ugly gaze that trailed me.

Letting out a breath of air, I fe