Whatever Mariana Millero says affects me.It affects all the nerves in my brain and does something to my heart because right now I don't know what to do. Realizing that everything she said about Rhysand thinking that I was different from any woman in his life made my heart skip a beat.On the other hand I am also completely saddened by what Rhysand has gone through. Whatever childhood he had gone through, he really didn't deserve to be a victim of his parents' selfishness. That's really cruel. If Zwetta Millero wants to focus on her work, and her dreams, why should she bring Rhysand among them? She could just focus on her life, dreams, and everything she wanted to do without getting married or having children. She will be free, and then when she is ready and satisfied with what she has accomplished, she can have children. But I don't want to judge her any further. Yes, I was annoyed with her because she leave her kids and leave all the responsibilities to Zafier and Mariana Millero, b
Closing my eyes, I inhaled through my nose, trying my best to calm my racing heart.I've been awake since fifteen minutes ago. Staring at the snow falling behind the window. Staring at that scene… while all the cells in my body were moving in a chaotic and chaotic manner.I accepted Rhysand's offer to stay here, with him, and somehow ... I gave in to the passion that burned my veins. As I always do, I give in to his touch and all the adoration he throws at me. And it ended until two in the morning, if only I hadn't asked him to stop.And now .. my body aches, and I'm upset. Although the irritation was only a speck and was covered by an embarrassing explosive feeling.And here we ended, embracing each other under the thick blanket covering our nakedness, embracing like couples, and I, already awake, enjoying the view of the snowfall from behind the window.This feeling makes me comfortable and safe. And I don't know if I should be afraid or not."Morning." The whisper from behind me an
I looked at myself through the mirror in Rhysand's walk-in closet.Annoyance continued to creep up inside my heart at the sight of the numerous red marks on my neck, on my collarbone, and on my chest.Damn.I didn't know whether to let go of my cursing or not, because when Rhysand put these signs, all I could feel was pleasure and pleasure. And.. yeah, I'm fucked up. Then, what will his family say if they see all this on my body?! So, I pulled my ponytail and let my chest hair down, I combed it for a while.I snorted, and chose to suppress my anger before picking up the goodybag containing my clothes that he just gave me. Luckily, it was a blue long-sleeved sweater, and jeans. Apparently Rhysand already knows my taste in clothes. He doesn't order any more mini dresses, and I won't freeze to death.Didn't spend much time getting ready, I only took five minutes and then walked out of the super luxurious room. Found Rhysand sitting on the side of the bed in a black t-shirt, denim pants a
My family owns several luxury private planes but Rhysand del Millero's plane is truly luxurious.I don't feel like I'm on a plane but like I'm in a luxury hotel room if I don't see the abstract clouds behind the window. I felt that everything my family had was nothing compared to what Rhysand had. Yes, I'm sure they belong to Rhysand, because I've seen some of his big private planes on the runway have his name engraved: RID. Doesn't that stand for Rhysand Iker del Millero? I snorted. No wonder he has that annoying arrogance because what he has is more than I could ever imagine.I sat on the side of the bed, having been asleep for almost five hours alone because Rhysand seemed to be in a serious conversation with one of the well-dressed men, who I guessed was someone else who worked for him, and I had showered and changed into the clothes he had prepared: a dark brown mini dress, with brocade accents, and a sabrina-shaped neckline. There was a thick coat hanging in the changing room ea
And three hours later we were here.Another luxury penthouse belonging to Rhysand in Barcelona. I looked at the beautiful view of the city from behind the glass wall in the living room. I took a sip of the tea he gave me earlier, and then leaned my back on this comfortable sofa chair."Yeah, we'll be there in an hour, tía." Rhysand's voice sounded closer, and so did his steps.I turned back to look at him."Let the party begin without them." Rhysand stroked my face when he was near me, and then bent down to kiss my forehead briefly "It's okay. See you later, then" He said and then hung up. "You don't like this tea?"I frowned as I looked up. "I like it." I answered. "It that your aunt? What's wrong with her?""There's a party at her house and she wants us to come.""What party? Why didn't you say anything earlier?"Rhysand sat beside me, and one of his arms wrapped around my waist. “She just told me when we arrived, and it was really sudden. Previously my intention to be here was to d
"Tia, Tio." Rhysand greeted the two middle-aged who were looking at us with a smile.There were absolutely no condescending glances from them at me, no one looking at me like they had a lot of questions in their heads. They really looked at me like I wasn't Jordan's ex-girlfriend who turned to another Millero.“Finally you two have come,” Jasmine Millero looked at us alternately with her shady smile, and it really was very sweet. I swallowed heavily under the weight of the kind gaze she had for me. "Nice to see you again, Amanda."I forced a smile on my lips behind the roar in my heart. "Nice to see you again, Mrs Millero." I don't know what to call her. Last time she didn't object to any calls from me so, yeah, I think that's the right call for her.Jasmine Millero smiled, this time it was different. Her gaze was so withered, as if there was a regret there. "Are you all right, Amanda?"I nodded."I'm grateful for that.""We're sorry, we're really sorry about what happened to Jordan.
My heart skipped a beat as Zwetta Millero stepped into the room in a simple yet beautiful, classy accented dress. There was a high bun on her head and a brown pin adorned her hair. She looked at me and looked at Jordan's mother alternately then stopped at her."This is none of your business, Jas. This is about my son and Amanda. He is my son, not yours." Her words sounded sharp, low and frightening.Surprise hit me when I realized I had just faced another side of Zwetta Millero. I still remember the first time I met the two of them at a party. They look normal and seem to interact normally. I had no idea that the interaction could turn a hundred and eighty degrees like this just because they were arguing about who was right for their child."Anything to do with Rhysand is my business too." Jasmine Miller replied sarcastically. "For someone who has abandoned her kids, it's really unwise to be entitled, Zwetta.""You brought that up again?" Zwetta Miller chuckled, without the humor that
I gasped for air as Rhysand pushed me into the car after receiving our two coats that one of the butlers had given us. Rhysand shuts the door a little hard and I wince again as I fasten my seatbelt.He walked around in front of his car, his expression tense and irritated, and I'm guessing that his feelings right now are really bad and messed up. Maybe the reason was because his parents were there, and the commotion that was going on that he couldn't stand there. Of course it was because of what his parents had done, I couldn't stand being in the same place with someone who had hurt me so deeply.I followed him until he got into the car with my eyes fixed. I swallowed heavily before speaking. "Are you okay, Rhys?"He looked straight at me with narrowed eyes. "I should be the one asking that, Amanda."I opened my mouth, dumbfounded for a few seconds before answering. "I'm fine. You should be worried about your mom and aunt." I said quietly as I looked away from him."We'll talk about it