LOGIN— Four years ago —Ophelia’s POV:
Ilya’s POV:I watched as the blood drained from her expression. My heart skipped a beating, thudding painfully against my ribs. I had known this truth would be a heavy blow, but seeing the light of trust flicker and die in her eyes was almost more than I could stand.
Ophelia’s POV:I had signed the divorce papers.
Damon’s POV:“I’m not your property.”
Damon’s POV:Damn it. I knew I’d misspoken the moment the words left my mouth. But even as the regret flared, I couldn't reel it back in. The red mist of possessiveness was too much, the taste of my own jealousy too bitter to swallow.
Ophelia’s POV:Every word of Marino’s came through the speaker loud and crystal clear in the silence. My heart sank. Instinctively, my gaze landed on Valeria. She had stopped fidgeting with her magazine and was looking up at the phone in his hand with wide, inquisitive eyes







