Care about you

Arabella's POV

I choked on my sobs as I walked, and ran towards my room. I didn't even know why I was even crying. I didn't care about him. He could fuck his entire harem if he wanted.

"Arabella!"

I almost stopped. Was he really coming after me? But my anger was still raging hot so I didn't stop.

I entered my room.

"Arabella, what's wrong–"

"Margaret, leave us." Luciano's voice came from right behind me and I would have jumped but I was tired. So tired.

Margaret hesitated looking over at me for confirmation. I would have registered shock at the gesture if I weren't stuck in my own head replaying what I had seen over and over again.

I nodded to Margaret and she left the room.

I ignored Luciano and walked towards my bed. His hand caught my arm, his strong grip stopping me.

"Arabella."

His voice still sent chills down my spine, the good type. I hated my body for craving his touch.

I turned to look at him.

He was as devastatingly handsome as always. His dark hair fell over his face