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Miya stared at Xenon in surprise. To make it up to me? Did he say that?

"Tell me. What do you want?" Xenon asked.

Everything I have is his. All the clothes, jewelry, shoes, and bags. What else can I ask him for material-wise? She could have killed me, pushing down the stairs. How does he make it up? Miya thought.

"She's your precious princess. Why would you want to make it up to me?" Miya said.

Xenon carried her up to his room and sat her down on the sofa. He stood by the window and lit another cigarette. "Don't sulk anymore." He said.

Miya thought for a while before she said, "So, I can ask for anything?"

Xenon went and stood in front of her. He tapped on her lips gently with his long slim finger and said, "Anything except leaving me."

Miya opened her eyes wide, startled. He has guessed my thoughts again.

She didn't want to be around him and be controlled anymore. She thought about the women that would fight desperately to be with him and how insecure her life was simply because