I am ready to give you a chance, but...

VICTORIA’S POV

“What?” I heard his surprised gasp as my gaze found his eyes again.

Those blue eyes suddenly lost the spark in them and became dull. His bright expression turned sad as he stared at me in a daze.

“You think I am trying to get you back for your identity?” he asked. His tone conveyed a sense of disbelief, as if he was questioning himself.

Did I think it wrong?

Fuck! He cursed suddenly and started placing on the deck, wracking his impatient fingers in his hair. He stopped and turned to me.

“How could you even think that, Victoria? I wanted you for your identity? Shit!” He shook his head and started pacing again as if he could not believe those words.

He stopped again and turned to face me, finding my gaze calmly fixed on him.

“I, Alessandro Devonte, don’t need a woman with a posh identity, Victoria. I...” He shook his head and expressed his inner conflict with a pained expression. “I want you only, Victoria. Not your identity,” he said.

I wanted to believe his words, but I