As I turned my back on him and began to walk away, each step tore at my heart. Yes, he had a lipstick stain on his neck, the same shade as Ella's earlier. I wasn't foolish enough not to notice. I wasn't naive enough not to understand. Vincenzo and Ella were likely still in love with each other. I shouldn't interfere with them. As I walked away, I felt his hand wrap around my wrist, pulling me back gently. "Wait, let me explain," he pleaded, his voice strained with urgency. But I couldn't bear to listen. Ignoring his words, I wrenched my wrist free from his grasp and continued towards my chambers, my heart heavy with a mixture of anger and hurt. His footsteps echoed behind me, but I refused to turn back. I needed space to process everything, to come to terms with the realization that perhaps our connection wasn't as genuine as I had hoped. Entering my chambers, I closed the door behind me with a heavy sigh, leaning against it as I tried to push away the thoughts swirling in my mi

I stared down at the ring adorning my finger, my heart heavy with a mix of emotions. Vincenzo's sudden gesture had caught me off guard, leaving me feeling overwhelmed and speechless. It hadn't been long since he assured me of our impending marriage, yet the sight of the ring seemed to solidify his decision, as if there were no room for doubt or hesitation.In less than two weeks, he had decided that we would be wed. The realization sent a shiver down my spine, reminding me of the lack of control I had over my own fate. No matter what decision Vincenzo made, I had no right to refuse.But was it all too much? If he were simply using me as a pawn in his game to make Ella jealous, then why go to the trouble of giving me a ring? And if he truly intended to marry me, then why give me a token of commitment when my consent was irrelevant?The questions swirled in my mind, each one more unsettling than the last. I felt a knot form in the pit of my stomach as I grappled with the uncertainty of

I still don’t know what’s going on in his mind. He’s unpredictable and almost out of reach. I cannot figure out what his next move is, he’s such a mystery to me that no matter how I dig in order to unravel the answer behind it.I watched as he cleaned up the table after we finished eating. His movement didn’t even make a single sound. He may be a jerk, but there's no denying his undeniable charm and rugged good looks. With each movement, his muscles flexed in all the right places, accentuating his masculine physique. And then there were his eyes, piercing and captivating, making me crane my neck just to meet his gaze. Despite his less-than-stellar personality, I couldn't help but be drawn to him. He possessed all the qualities that make a man irresistible—tall, handsome, and oozing with confidence. Not to mention his wealth and intellect, making him a desirable catch by anyone's standards. But for all his outward perfection, there was one crucial flaw—his emotional intelligence left

"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

“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