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Chapter 10: A Cage In Silk

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Chapter 10: A Cage In Silk

~Ioana~

"We are getting married," his voice came cold and commanding.

I froze, a thunderclap resounding in my head, my breath caught in my chest. I stared at him for a good minute before what he said tried to sink in. 'No, he didn't just say that, did he?'

My lips parted, opening and closing, but no words could come out. My brows drew close together, staring straight at the man who seemed so casual, legs parted, his arms folded as if he wasn't the one who said it.

For a moment I doubted, 'Have I finally started going mad? Didn't he hate me?'

Finally, the only word I could say was, "You can't be serious… right?" I searched his face, trying to look for something, anything that could back up the flickering hope in my heart.

But nothing. Face as cold as stone, his eyes void of any sorts of passion, not even in the slightest.

Staring straight into his eyes, I realized, he feels nothing for me. No, it's not love. It's like he's talking about the most ordinary thin
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