"What are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice laced with a mix of anger and jealousy that caught me off guard.Their gaze snapped to me, and I could feel the tension crackling in the air as our eyes met. The woman's expression shifted, her eyes narrowing inquisitively as she regarded me, as if trying to place where I fit into the picture.I felt a surge of frustration and insecurity bubbling up inside me. Was she questioning my presence here? Insulting me with her silent scrutiny?Clamping my fists tightly, I fought to suppress the rising tide of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. Standing my ground, I awaited her response with a mixture of defiance and trepidation, determined not to let her undermine me."Who are you?" she asked, her voice dripping with sweetness, a stark contrast to the turmoil churning within me.Her question only fueled the flames of my anger, intensifying the boiling fury coursing through my veins. My rationality was drowned out by the overwhelming surge of
The aftermath of the confrontation in Vincenzo's penthouse weighed heavily on my mind as we returned to the mansion. Despite everything appearing normal on the surface, I couldn't shake the memories of that morning. It was like they were etched into my brain, refusing to fade away.Every detail of the encounter seemed crystal clear, as if it had just happened moments ago. Seeing Ella, feeling the tension in the air, the surge of anger and betrayal—it all felt so vivid, like it was happening again right in front of me.What hurt the most was realizing that Vincenzo hadn't considered how bringing me to that penthouse might affect me. The fact that it held significance for him and Ella only made it worse. It felt like he didn't care about my feelings, like he didn't respect me.I felt insulted, wounded in a way that cut deep. It was a blow to my pride as a woman, a reminder of where I stood in his world.As we settled back into life at the mansion, the resentment lingered. No matter how
“You may hurt my feelings again and again, but you can’t just go below the belt and insult me every time you want to,” I continued, my voice laced with a mix of defiance and vulnerability. “I would never do such a thing,” he said through gritted teeth, his clod blue eyes staring back at me. I gave him a dry chuckle, shaking my head in disbelief. “Screw you, Mr. Romanov,” I spat. Does he really think he can keep fooling me? One minute we’re okay, and before I knew it, he was back to his old self. He doesn’t care, and he’s not capable of loving someone, not even to himself. “You think you can just play with people's emotions and get away with it?” His nostrils flared, a flicker of anger flashing across his features. “Don’t push me, Annizah,” he warned, his voice low and dangerous. “Oh, what are you going to do?” I shot back, my stubbornness fueling my defiance. “Yell at me some more? Make excuses for your behavior?” His grip on my arm tightened, his frustration palpable. “You have n
“Thanks…” I whispered after a while. He nodded in response, setting the tray aside before heading to the bathroom to fetch some wipes.I pressed my lips into a tight line, still in disbelief that he was here. It felt surreal and somewhat awkward. After our earlier confrontation, I had anticipated needing a few days before seeing him again, not today. So, I had braced myself for another argument when he appeared, but instead, he brought food and we hadn't discussed anything.I couldn't help but wonder what was on his mind. His actions seemed to speak of remorse or maybe a desire to mend things between us, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty. What if this was just another one of his manipulative tactics? What if he was only trying to appease me temporarily before reverting to his old ways?“Do you want to have some walk in the garden?” he asked as soon as he came back with a w
I accepted the flowers, not because I was fully convinced, but because it felt like such a waste to refuse them. As I glanced at him through my lashes, I found him seated across from me, engrossed in something on his laptop. It was already 9 PM, and we had already enjoyed our dinner here in the garden. Despite my attempts to focus on my newfound crochet hobby, he remained by my side, his work laptop open beside him with a cup of coffee at his side, and a refreshing lemon juice placed before me.As I watched him work, I saw how he could be nice one minute and distant the next. He was confusing sometimes. Even though I was upset with him, I couldn't ignore how serious he was about his work. He didn't seem bothered by our argument. It made me appreciate him a bit, even though we were having issues.The garden was calm and peaceful. Even though the sun was setting and it was getting darker, it still felt pleasant being outside. The air wasn't too chilly, and it was comfortable sitting the
We ended up at a fast-food joint since I had a sudden craving for it. Vincenzo initially objected, arguing that the food was unhealthy and not worth it. But I persisted, arguing that sometimes you just need to indulge a little. After some back and forth, he relented, and we made our way inside. We also brought the dog with us.Inside the bustling restaurant, the smell of fried food filled the air, making my stomach growl even louder. Vincenzo stood in line, his expression a mix of impatience and resignation as he waited to place our order. Despite his reluctance, he eventually approached the counter and ordered for us both.As we settled into a booth, Vincenzo carried the tray of food over, his annoyance evident in his demeanor. But as I watched him set down the tray, a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips. It was moments like these, simple and ordinary, that I cherished the most."What's the appeal of this place? They only serve junk food," he grumbled, eyeing the spread of b
Vincenzo has been acting quite strange since we arrived home from the restaurant. He looked so deep in thought and was even colder now than he already is. I suddenly feel down for some reason. “Bellezza, baby,” his voice broke through my thoughts, calling out to me in a tone that was surprisingly tender. I felt his arms encircle my waist, pulling me into an unexpected embrace. I gasped in surprise, my eyes widening at the sudden display of affection. Despite my skepticism, I found myself unable to resist as he drew me closer to him. “E-Enzo?” I stammered, skeptical. Why is he suddenly being clingy? Inside our bedroom, the atmosphere was tense yet oddly intimate. The dog had been whisked away by the maids, leaving us alone in our shared space. I had expected Vincenzo to immerse himself in work as soon as we returned, but instead, he clung to me like a koala, his presence both comforting and unsettling. As I stood there, enveloped in his embrace, I couldn't shake the feeling that som
Standing in front of the vanity mirror, I stared at my own reflection. I was dressed in a white dress. It’s a beautiful fitted dress that emphasizes my curves. It has a long slit to its right and it was also backless. I fell in love at myself whilst looking at the mirror. I looked… beautiful. Until now, I couldn’t believe I am getting married. After all, I didn’t get to experience having relationships before this. I never even imagined having to get married at this age. I couldn't help but marvel at my own reflection, feeling a surge of confidence wash over me. Despite the nerves swirling within me, there was a sense of excitement building in the pit of my stomach. Getting married was something I never expected, yet here I was, about to embark on this new chapter of my life. All I wanted was to study and be of help to my adoptive parents who raised me. Yet here I am, marrying the most prominent and most handsome bachelor in the country… or perhaps, this whole world. I am not exagger